Wanderer
Deep the night is, yet hollow... For in sorrow we do wallow
To make our wanderings less painful than it really is
I've burried myself twice in that valley
The way that I know, I do follow
How am I to find, what I never lost?
Or to find that which I do not know I need?
The scars I bear, are from victories won
The ululations you hear, are from days that will never be
My dreams, the brightness of the midday sun
To stay a little longer, is to drink wine in the gourds of the gods
Our drunkenness, will be the wake of a new realm
A realm devastatingly free of any known knowledge
Dynamism, is what we hold dearest
To stay stray and aput, is to find the clearest of paths.
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