A place to call home

The world that flies on its own,
without the wings,
of ancient shrines,
The world that caters its own,
and feed not the militia,
of a madman,
The world that seeks to understand,
and deny none the lore,
is the place I call home,
But for fame and fortune,
can help me find not,
and tis how I find myself lost,
one day maybe I will find it,
whether it be there,
or for me to build on my own.

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