The Wanderer

The Wanderer

the wanderer

I am a wanderer and let me,

Travel apart the oceans.

Let I observe her eye’s sea,

And memorize my tears cautions.

Life is like the bi-sided pea.

Sometimes slow, sometimes runs.

Sometimes I motivate, sometimes neigh.

Why people judge while mistakes tones?

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They demand perfect, so my murderer I would be,

Killing my reality so they stun;

How could one be with such purity? 

So, people want a square from the bun.

I have to plant and they will get a tree;

Killing the leaves in dozens. 

How could greed be such free?

How could they expect peace from the guns?

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