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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