Weary Drifter
I gaze upon your placid face
familiar in a strange new place.
Blue eyes a mirror of my own,
why do I still feel so alone?
Weary drifter, a fall from grace.
A moment's lull before the race
then right back to that frantic pace
My life of old is now unknown.
I gaze...
The circle of life's warm embrace
cradles close a fear of disgrace.
On my neck a weighty millstone,
secrets cut deep right to the bone
making their way through time and space.
I gaze...
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