I keep holding out
For the Divine Death
The one that time
Cannot forget
You can all it enlightenment 
You can call it liberation
But I woke up
From my own education 
Only to go on
Picking up stones
Going from place to place
And calling it home
And I’ve always been a rambler 
Out for adventure
But I’m struggling
With my own self censure
Coz there are lines
With which you do not agree
And I can only point it out
I can’t make you see
And you’re drinking 
Bottled water from the tap
And I keep wondering
What are you at
But it’s a mystery to me
All these flicking pages
And I’ve been wandering 
For ages and ages
Trying to catch your trail
As it winds through the undergrowth 
I’m tired walking
The less travelled road
Searching for something
I cannot find
Missing what
I’ve left behind 

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