Vagabond
Drifter, vagabond
On the run from his phantom
Nipping at his heels
Shadow in the night
Slipping through the crevices
Of his own two minds
Past the rolling hills
Splashing ‘cross the black river
Into the new world
Men with winged shoulders
Gliding through the mystic clouds
Mutants rapt in smog
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2011
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