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Tuesday, April 20, 2004


Here's a poem that I made a few days ago.

The Wanderer

I am a wanderer that I am.
I do not wander streets.
I instead wander about the inner depths of my own mind,
Searching for my path, my destiny.

I’ve been searching for so long.
I grow weary and weathered.
Looking for my future may be destroying my present,
But I must keep on. I must find my place in this world.

I feel lost. I’ve traveled many roads,
Finding nothing for me on any.
There are few left to explore.
There is little left, but I cannot stop. Not now. Not ever.

I am a but a simple man.
I do not want riches or fame.
I just want to do what others cannot for they are bound
By this reality, but I fear I am as well.

I feel that there is a place for me,
That I’m not meant for some mundane existence
In this society, in this world.
My road is out there, waiting for me to find it.

No one can help.
I must do this myself.
It is my path, my destiny, my future alone.
Anyone else would just cloud my vision.

I will find my way. I do not care if it takes forever.
I will do find my true path to follow,
And if I am meant to be a wanderer all my life,
So be it. I’ve had plenty of practice.

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