wanderer
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Once there stood a wanderer
Above a sea of fog;
A silhouette on alpine perch
Built of jumbled rock.
He watched the wispy vaspor spray,
Like cresting waves,
Caressing ships of stone,
I don't know who I am except:
Borrowed atoms
Bad timing
And love
I don't know where I am except this moment
With a smoke in my hand,
My hair in the wind
The deepest crimson adorns
A canvas skin,
Wrapped securely in its hued dimension.
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death?
I think they cover the ground with their beauty,
Like colorful souls bestowing their love
On the gray roads of rock below.
Who said just because your heart is beating
Words long lay dormant
And out of reach,
Like shells washed up
On a barren shore
They gave the turbulen expanse
A settled beauty,
But the waves left
Nothing free.
I met you once on the side of the road
you were walking in no particular direction
You said your name was wanderer
and you were searching for an end
At night you slept looking at your compass
hatred seeps through the streets of the city
anger at a wanderer who has done nothing but appear
they hate his freedom and lack of care
that they must remain bound to daily drugery
Sleepy eyes, a heart indifferent to life
A heart that is a slave to the light
What lie of the face will I face?
A beguilement of assorted grace
I reach for the hollowness with pain
I'm a wanderer by nature, see
My children agree with me
In the city one day I'll be
But the next I'm by the sea
My children agree with me
That moving is what I need
Peace
I thought I found on solid ground,
yet in my heart I am not sound.
My name entails and tells a tale
Of a sorrowful one, journey without fail.
Deidre - she spoke, upon my birth
Lana Del Rey on my stereo singingOf broken hearts, freedom, and tragedyStaring at the ceiling, cigarette in handNot quite sure of where to wander next