A Wanderer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


through these spaces in search of hidden traces wouldn't you like to be inside of the life of a bumble bee what are we willing to achieve gone are the days getting caught in a haze your just like a
mouse stuck in its maze yet we must be brave look at the wanderer wherever he lays his head is his bed a face of the walking dead



hitting the road alone in his head moments of solace amidst the inner violence traveling deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door he travels alone he walks with a song can't
everybody get along through visions of twilight in a variation to a dream always tracing memories through a scene living in a land so very mean



he then takes a sip of Jimmy Bean life for him as a wanderer waiting for a call up a yonder in his dream he's in a gas chamber falling apart at the seams love for him is exchanged for lust like an
old car he sits and rusts sooner or later A stereo nor caper seeking for a reason for being in the changing of the season merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder stop the madness before
his heart grows colder may have to wait until he gets a little older put your head on his shoulder as our hearts grow fonder through the very eyes of a wanderer

Submitted: October 01, 2017

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through these spaces in search of hidden traces wouldn't you like to be inside of the life of a bumble bee what are we willing to achieve gone are the days getting caught in a haze your just like a mouse stuck in its maze yet we must be brave look at the wanderer wherever he lays his head is his bed a face of the walking dead

hitting the road alone in his head moments of solace amidst the inner violence traveling deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door he travels alone he walks with a song can't everybody get along through visions of twilight in a variation to a dream always tracing memories through a scene living in a land so very mean

he then takes a sip of Jimmy Bean life for him as a wanderer waiting for a call up a yonder in his dream he's in a gas chamber falling apart at the seams love for him is exchanged for lust like an old car he sits and rusts sooner or later A stereo nor caper seeking for a reason for being in the changing of the season merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder stop the madness before his heart grows colder may have to wait until he gets a little older put your head on his shoulder as our hearts grow fonder through the very eyes of a wanderer


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