I cannot find my way
The sky has veiled itself against me
I push and I press but no avail
Gone is my strength in the flows of my confidence
Life is my Delilah
Camping out under the stars I wonder
Is there freedom in the beyond?
I need a saber to cut my way out
Never a weapon when you need it
The tracks of this train fall off the world’s edge
Pirate’s booty is no wealth for me
I’m rich off my desolation and poor off my direction

~The Wordsmith


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