~The Wanderer~

No games can be put past this shattered brain,

For I seek no pain.

He seems to be very insane.

His brain leaks as he sits there and peaks.

Drops of frosty colored rain fall upon the mountain tops,

As his mind takes a twist and flop.

If thou shall fall to his knees,

If thou shall put his dignity forth to the ground.

Bees softly float through the breeze.

A chill climbs his spine,

As he looks back to the little town where he

Left the pieces of a past life.

with a turn of his head he sees the road

Whereon lies tomorrow.

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