Wanderer
Survive or submit. It hits
differently than it once did.
When to submit simply meant to yield now
but life to fight again.
When to survive was waking up. That's it.
No need for titles and ownership.
No deeds to the bits and pieces
chipped from the spoils of everyone else's grit.
Such a sweet-seeking world has left holes in our teeth.
I wander. And wonder at that meaning:
sub'mit. Below, I put
myself.
Where would you have me go?
It isn't space beneath a sheltering wing
that you offer. I need no king.
I wander.
Be lost with me.
Change comes from conviction and conviction from rage.
Peace carries a cost I'm too broke to pay.
I wander. And I would sooner stay adrift
than be grounded
in garbage.
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