Wanderer
For a while, I did not know myself to be
Yet I wasn’t at all lost
The many things seen to have to again see
If there be dreams, what be the cause?
As I wander along
In both reality and the non
I know I don’t belong
But where did I come from?
In a world where questions are more than answers
I have yet an answer I do not have a question for
I never wanted to care yet conspicuously it bothers
A will beginning on its own accord to never once ignore
In broken dreams I walk in reality
For reality itself to me... is of broken dreams
A wanderer walking in ultimate obscurity
A human...? I do not know what it means
Was it a while, I did not know to be?
I’m afraid for I am lost
Many things were seen to never again see
Is it a dream... what be the cause?
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