wandering
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Your light shined for sixty-one years
lived it your way
free from burdens most have
From Denver to the West Coast
Silent alleyways, bright window shops
Warm riveting smells in these compressed
bricks are as familiar as a common cold
These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
I am wandering down a river bed
Without a map in my hand
Or a plan thought up
I saw the water drifting and
Floated along with it
Sometimes our attempts to escape reality
I celebrate myself as I mourn myself.
For days I cried, for days I wandered, lost.
For days I was afraid, so afraid.
So lost.
So lost.
For days I rejoiced, life was so good.
Dear Sandy,
I come from a remote island
standed in the sea
nonsensically
wanting to tell this to thee,
tell you that:
Words
Sleep evades me;
My dreams propel me
To a greaeter unknown
Through all I've excelled
From the place from whence I came
To the road I will travel.
- A wandering soul
Count the stars
the small latterns that line the sky
to help the moon light the path to tomorrow,
as you try and walk away the sorrows.
Wander aimlessly,
searching for something that is lost
Some days I'm on a ship in the clouds
A captain of a ghost ship
Nicknamed the Lone Wolf of the Stars
I feel invincible being alone in the starry sky
A knight in the night sky
Everyday I keep wandering,
and wandering
and wandering,
but, still, wandering if I can one day come out,
And finally reveal who I really am.
Instead of the constent hiding,
I want to be hear,
How I envy you, wanderer, how I envy your every move, your every emotion, your every thought.
How I envy your paradise to have the stars themselves cover you as you wander eternally.
I have wandering eyes, but they don’t cheat.
I have wandering ears, but they don’t listen to harsh words.
I have a wandering mouth, they it doesn’t speak lies.
Part of me got stuck in a galaxy,
I called it "whats-its-name".
I just remebered after being ripped in half,
things would never be the same.
I stare off into space and let my mind wander.
I think about everything and nothing...
School, friends, enemies, life...
Castles, princes, fairies...
Dystopian society... Utopia...
There exists a never ending void
So dark, dense and utterly devoid.
No sound or light escapes this place.
It has born you and will erase.
It will start early and will start young
Wicked hearts so vast and hollow
Heartless eyes set on the morrow
Greedy, grasping, never to miss
Hunger endless as an abyss
Twisting, turning, a tangled weave
Washed on beaches of filthy eve
Beaten is the pathBeneath the wandering feetOf those all lost in wayWho find themselves at peace
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
The sweetest serenades of bliss,
head lost in the possibility
of ethereality:
that destiny
maybe
was supposed to keep us together.
