#19: The Wanderer

| November 19, 2011 | 0 Comments

There is nothing you could say

there is nothing you could do

He is lost inside a world

which is not for me and you.

He is thinking, he is feeling

but of what we haven’t learned.

And of which we’ll never know

until the day he has returned.

Perhaps he isn’t searching for the path that leads him home.

Perhaps we are more lost than he who knows not where he goes.

Category: 2011, Fantasy

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Just a young whippersnapper who's interested in writing. >..<" I do a bit of poetry, and sometimes I write short stories when I have time.

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