Wayfarer of Today

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There I stood
Wayfarer of today
Hope of tomorrow
Filled with marvels of broken dreams
Only to be tortured by reality's sorrow
Crossing these skies of gray
Only having myself to obey
In need of every arcanum
Every moment filled with sacrum
A spectator of the brave
A slave, of my own ambition





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