Long ago, I was no lost soul 
I simply desired to wander and
let my heart and feet guide me

there was freedom but my heart
was blind and tired and my feet
scarred and I felt desolate inside 
a gripping need rattled me, so I   
tried running from running away   
I was in search of some company 

my luck found me none; weeds
grew underfoot: welcome respite
for weary was I, and so kept on 

I roam the streets and the alleys 
and again my labyrinth of a mind 
Realizing I am still lost and alone. 


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