Wanderer

I walk these roads alone.
No one here to guide me home.
Solitary but choice and chance.
Sometimes it stings like a lance.
Yet never do I change my course.
Might have to be done by force.
Though do I think it would change me?
No, I believe this is who I am always gonna be.

Singular.
Not pariah.
I built this palace.
Its my empire.

Number one.
I am selfish.
Live for me.
Not for everyone.

Take the line I want the most.
People linger in my mind like ghost.
Fallen down enough to build my bridge.
Could’ve done with help a smidge.
Still carried on without a hand.
Upon these mountains I now stand.
Sometimes hollow but I will not relent.
Humoured by how I refuse to ever repent.

Singular.
Not pariah.
I built this palace.
Its my empire.

Number one.
I am selfish.
Live for me.
Not for everyone.

Your point of view might not quite align.
These words are personal not inclined…
To be inclusive or inviting.
You might want war but I see no use in fighting.
Upon these grounds that I tread.
Viciousness only turns you dead.
Watch and learn are my own words to me.
Ever present aim to feel truly free.
Without a noose always threatening.
Or tragedy to bring in the sting.
Lost more than I can recall.
Sadness spreads but I refuse its claim to rule.
For misery does not deserve a stake.
So I smile to make the darkness break.

Singular.
Not pariah.
I built this palace.
Its my empire.

Number one.
I am selfish.
Live for me.
Not for everyone.