Stories are formed in the pool of my mind
Many miles have passed under my feet
My ears have heard lips whispering silence
I have been a pillar in time's hollowed courts
The fantasies of me construct myriad realities,
I pull the strings that release the winds of change
I can sow seeds into my own womb, I design my own progeny
My exploits are recorded in urban myths, and the paths
of my travels are lined with monuments.
Fragrant blossoms remain in the steps of my treading.
My sorrows and joys are the rivers and streams from which
many a weary traveler will stoop, and kneel, and then drink.
I am and always will be the legend that you may or may not see.
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