i am a wanderer
the feeling of disappointment has never felt so much like home
i feel it
like warmth between my toes
back flat on pigeon stained park benches
closed eyed and grown on apathy.
the i don't cares grow on like moss
rock hard boulder
smoldering thoughts like
spontaneous combustion.
where
did the time go
where did the
times
go
i am a wanderer
lost in the times lost
i am rock hard spirited
wilting away
shove me in solidarity
feels like moss between split ends
and split second decisions
stop
where does the wanderer go when the wanderer is tired?
when the wanderer is tired
the wanderer stops
i collect myself like moss stained rocks
left in the solitude of isolation
i am the echo in coral reefs
no one will ever swim close enough to hear
i bellow
like a yellow belly salamander
whose made home to a smoldering boulder
where does the yellow belly salamander go when its home is on fire?
the wanderer doesnt have a home for it
and the wanderer doesn't know when to stop wandering.
stop
wondering
where everything
goes
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