The Wanderer steps
through ice-coated paths,
Balances cautiously,
slips through the snow.
Soft worn boots
pick their thoughtful way,
Brush against the skin
of the timid ground.
The Wanderer strides
through fire-ridden pits,
Leaps dauntingly,
races through the flames.
Rough coarse soles
ramble worthlessly along,
Scrape against the furrows
of the seething, angry earth.
The Wanderer wanders
Through he** in all forms,
Seeking absolution,
Seeking freedom.
Tender pads of feet
uncover unexpected pain
Latched with sorrow along the route
of the ill-fated journey.