Nomad

did i find you, mister wanderer, or are you mere chance, do you come in peace, & would you care to dance? you are different, strange with your warm blood, with your good intentions & all seeing eyes. did you know where you were going, mister nomad, any idea what you had, where you lost it, & why? i recognize your scars, you fell from the sky, broke your wings, wanted to die. we were once neighbors, squatting in the shadows casted by castles- speaking in slur, seeing in blur. i want to reach & touch you, but my sickness is contagious & there is no cure. break me, mister pilgrim, break me & release the sin within.