A vagabond..
Within the conflict of life do we see the trust of
repeating, thinking that it is as it should be. Alas does change cost for we
become a drift in the unknown.
A vagabond feels comfort in less, for he fears the burden of
the weight.
A vagabond is in search of rest, yet the adventure of the
road cries for the seeing.
Within the fear of change do you find gluttony and greed the
twins of shame, dancing upon the worry of the morrow, chaining you like a
tether to your repeat.
A vagabond dances at dawn, for the only thing he fears is
that the moment is gone.
A vagabond.
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