The struggle real while inside I search myself
Looking find peace among my depths darkness feeds
Pain in life, which side do you choose
That I am me, not of world I hunger
For death is certain the short coming dream
Fight for life or right to live free
Created a constituted law to existence being
Purpose which we live our heart's given
Was it love our ambition once derived the soul
Before of age, how I long passing winds
Once youth of a nation the minutes tick away
Future fades my eyes yet I feel I fail
Humanity uncharted, unchanged biblically tales are told
We are not free, even ourselves denials truth
Living shoes of another journeyer steps
Like world, ancestors buried in vain misery
Only joy, peace they sleep loves emotion
To be with one is to be alone deeply felt
I reach the cold breaths warmth as if alive
A wolf's howl, domination in unity survival instinct
I am lone wolf, the bear I eat before dawning
My strength, the man I change be not my demise but life I carry
Realistic, reality to truth is change in yourself quietness waits
It is the constant present
That we come to resent
The way time gains whats sent,
Sending the traveler backwards
Not into the mountains but towards
Valley's slung low as branching wards,
Cirrus clouds spread like handwriting
Facing the reader with their writing
Lest the journeyer stops to write.
In the fog, odyssey
A cheerful adventurer
Free to be
In dampish autumn weather
Hikes into the hills
Awesome and deep
Watching the leafage sweep
Whilst song birds spill
Into the alone to peep
The only other sound --the break
Of distant waves and warblers awake
The air is raw, with a cold whisper
Many miles to go before any sleep
When sweet dreams come cheap
To a crusading journeyer
Who has promises to keep
Colorful character.
Heartfelt love.
Ardorous journeyer.
Rebellious lover.
Langorous smirks.
Offspring of a wanton.
Tranquil voice.
Tongue lasher of the Tribadism.
Eager learner.
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