The Wanderer
An adventurer of sorts,
Moving here and there, and yet
Nowhere, I find everything everywhere.
Sometimes liked, sometimes disliked,
But most times,
Just misunderstood...
While speaking in a similar language,
Still more a foreigner than a commoner ;
only because the subject is foreign
Not the language itself....
What is the commonwealth
If wealth can be so uncommon,
As only titillating in a dream....
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