Vagabond - Original Poetry

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I've got a lot behind my back - a people, countries, emotions...

Don't try to teach me, heck! For all I have my own notions!

I can see right through many things and do it my way.

I'm still alive, that means - i'm right. But i will find my doomsday.

New places beckon me in dreams, I wasn't anywhere for long.

And you can blame me - doesn't matter. This is my choice and i'm strong!

I've been on my own for all times, i trust nobody, even myself.

I leave abodes like scenes of crimes, It's always farewell...

The road is calling me again, into the night, to distant places

All that I need, already here - my old suit and shoes embraces.

No matter how far fate will lead me, I'll go further away

Still strong or sick and tired, I'm anywhere don't stay

One day I'll come into the place, where meeting an old friend.

I smile at him and shall embrace, I know this is the end.

He will tell me, how many roads he passed on my footsteps

And we resign by the new path to new place, me and death...

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Sincerely, Terry Craft.