Chased by fear of the unknown,
The unpredictable outcomes of this place.
Don't know where to go,
In this labyrinth, in this maze.
A trail of string left behind me,
So I can make it back.
The beast I seek is within these man made walls of uncertainty,
Impossible to track.
But I have beaten him down.
Forcing forward fists, this beast with many names.
And what is left if him now,
Are the stories told, the familiar remains.
The stories never change
We are a canvas that's unclear to us.
Swimming in the currents of duality.
We come from the human experience.
Lovers, thieves, and heroes: my reality.
I've had my body stained with wine.
Housed those off the streets who've done the same.
Helped from time to time.
Good deeds and kindness, trade for my own gain.
And if you feel that you owe me,
A wish is what I take.
Pay the debt of a token, a golden grip.
Ain't got no hand to shake.
Plenty of jewels and mansions.
Cursed with sculpture's hands carving gold bone.
It leaves me with the question,
Where am I now? Why am I all alone?
The same story told
Legends of the past,
Are people in the present.
We are these characters,
We are all these lessons.
Stories born from blood.
Gifted and addressing,
The human condition
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