Along the sloppy route, there’s a single youth
Aimlessly standing by, for the things not right
Unaware of the breeze that disturbs all at ease
Thrilled by the uncertainties that becloud many
Divided by the unruly species that tear apart tissues
Till sunset strikes the frailest nights
And underscores figures that actors distort
Wanderer, pacing forth and back like lazy energy
Indecisive about what’s black and white
And overzealous to take the first flight into oblivion.


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