The Wanderer

He, who wanders, fares alone.

And the mistakes he makes will be his own.

And if he fails, will the failure be shared by no-one.

 

One day

On his shoulders and his alone

Lies the weight

 

One day

Alone

With empty hands

And sad, pleading eyes

And no soul by his side

 

At the end

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