Hiding for warmth, from the miserable cold.
Dead to the world, yet alert and alive
A self imposed paradox, necessary to survive
The little barbs of pain and the tall tales and lies
Shrouded in secrecy, moving through time
Merging into the backdrop silent as the night sky
Letting my feet guide me through the night
A journey, a quest I must do alone,
Til this self imposed exile lasts no more
My mission is a secret, I trust none
The only thing important is my survival
My quest I must complete, until then
I am alone, friendless and loveless
Til the fates decide my penance,
Til my lifes' quest is complete,
I will have no salvation until then
Or til I have withered and passed.
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