Bohemian Meanderings
though you've always been in constant motion,
you're still a wind-blown cloud, no direction,
will there be an end to this moving on?
do you really have a destination?
yet you still strive and hope to find it here,
although you have to look elsewhere somewhere,
living your cause, wars you've boldly fought out,
who's the hero? who's the villain? you now doubt.
looking at all the storms that you've been through,
at lessons learned and wisdom earned for you,
human justice, peace and prosperity
bloody revolutions cannot guarantee.
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