Falcon2001 Posted June 8, 2002 Report Share Posted June 8, 2002 A vagabond with restless eyes A man with his soul in the sky Homeless he trudges along the tracks Searching for life in a different place Some call him bum, others hobo His story none know 'cept himself His heart hides a stranger truth Sometimes nothing is gained by fate A wandering man, a vagabond Nothing tied down, no family home Nothing to lose but his spirit and soul He calmly trudges on His feet are wound in bandages His clothes are ripped and torn His face is weathered by the sun And he still keeps walking on His pack's the color of the earth His eyes like cloudy skies above His skin's the color of the trees And his faded locks are shorn A wandering man, a vagabond Nothing tied down, no family home Nothing to lose but his spirit and soul He calmly trudges on No silence of stone, the calling of bones The need that drives the future on This man's a danger to all of the order And rules that society likes to make He's an outcast, a loner, a maker of paths A man outside of boundaries set by the law The past cannot touch him or set him alight So he walks on alone in the midst of the night Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rahsash Geldich Posted June 8, 2002 Report Share Posted June 8, 2002 Hmm, a star of light in the black of night. Sometimes looking at what we're standing on is enough to make us continue. Very nice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nyyark Posted June 9, 2002 Report Share Posted June 9, 2002 Interesting. I like it, and if flowed well. *applause* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Xradion Posted June 10, 2002 Report Share Posted June 10, 2002 Interesting. Reminds me of several songs about society's disposessed, downcast, indigent, etc. (Scatman's "Desperado" and Arrested Development's "Mr. Wendel" come to mind). I like it a lot. Keep up the good work! "MR. WENDEL HAS FREEDOM A FREE THAT YOU AND I THINK IS DUMB. FREE TO BE WITHOUT THE WRORRIES OF A QUICK TO DISS SOCIETY FOR MR. WENDEL'S A BUM. HIS ONLY WORRIES ARE SICKNESS AND AN OCCASIONAL HARASSMENT, BY THE POLICE AND THEIR CHASE. UNCIVILIZED WE CALL HIM BUT I JUST SAW HIM EAT OFF THE FOOD WE WASTE." Xradion, The Horny Druid, Scholar of the Ancient Arts, Holder of the Eye of Odin. "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." -Wallace Stevens "When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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