Walking around
Don’t know what I’ll find
Nothing I know
Nothing I recognize
I stop to rest for a while
To see what can be seen
Walking forever
Walking forever
Never know when
Never know where
My life will change again
Or what I will find
I stop again
To get some food
It’s getting late
Just me alone
The sun goes down
I’m out here alone
Forgotten
A stranger in a strange land
A world not unlike my own
Brown and green and blue
Fresh water, verdant fields
Fresh earth beneath my feet
Trapped alone
On a planet alone
With only my wits to guide me
A prisoner of nothingness
Trapped by ones below myself
Not alone just trapped
Only I can say
What is happening here
Separated from my friends
By bars, incarcerated
Dropped here by chance
I muse to myself
A prisoner of these men
More and less than men
Created by chance
And the curse of mankind
Damn you, damn you
You destroyed man’s chances
While I was gone, lost in the void
Liberty is all that’s left…only her
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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Posted by Master of Puppets at 1:46 PM
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