TRAVELER
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There once was a traveler from a distant land,
She traveled to the mountains and the sand,
One time she traveled to the furthest peak,
I met them in high school
And there was something about them
Something weird and amazing
The stories, Oh the stories that they have!
Many of the places, people, and things that they have seen
The traveler stopped for restthe sky a silver hue,the sun setting in the westthe waters, a dark blue.
She appears to be a frequent wanderer
At times it is hard to know her purpose and place
She embarks on an unfamiliar path constantly
She traveled for days, in a maze with no direction destined for an escape from depression driven by disaffection
By fate she felt a connection
They ran until he was cuffed into oppression
Later she had a baby on the way
Listen O' ye weary traveler
To my tale of Love and Death.
This life is a cruel mistress,
In the old world
full of dust and bones
a traveler short and tired
wandered into my home.
In his bag he carried
books and trinkets that
glistened and sparkled
in my dirty home.
Hello, my name is
"Chinese"
"Japanese"
"Dirty knees"
"Look at these"
"Criss cross"
"Apple sauce"
"Do me a favor and get lost"
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
Mine eyes have seen the coming
the comming of many things,
But as things pass by my eyes
they become many goings.
My feet know many back allies
that have kept me off my trail.
The home of a traveler
Is not really a home,
But more of a way of life.
The home can be furnished nicely
With a chipper mood and a broad smile.
The furniture is all in place
I'm the traveler of both time and space.....Always me just with a different face.......
