My heart, a wanderer unbound,
Lost in a quest, where solace is not found.
My heart, a vessel, frail and flawed,
Why embrace the wounds fate has bestowed?
My heart, a wanderer astray,
Lost in a maze, where shadows play.
What treasures bloom in this fleeting space?
My heart, you fail to know your grace.
What is truth, what are tales spun thin?
To understand your plight, a battle within.
Why, unknown, do you choose to roam?
My heart, a vessel, frail and weak,
Why the blows of fate do you seek?
Foolish heart, where paths are untrod,
You walk those ways, lost to God.
In those roads you roam, a wanderer's guise.
False the heart, false the world that lies.
Famed moments of my past,
When fleeting time had its hold, so fast.
Tangled in stories, the world's deep art,
A falling star, in a fractured heart.
My heart, in the market's hold.
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