The soulless vagabond
dusty roads
caravan
dying horses
pushing on
senseless direction
empty head
living in eyes
visually feeding
on the partly cloudy sky
time is an invention of man
disregarded by this scene
of non existence in motion
traveling a hum drum reality
a journey as pointless
as this two dimensional plane
Stumble It!
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