Lost Wanderer

Lost Wanderer your time is fleeting.
With every moment your heart slows beating.

Down this path of broken glass you walk.
Longing but refusing to walk the smooth rock.

Lost Wanderer where are you? Trapped in the ether.
Have you ever seen a more pitiful creature.

Your choices your own, this bed you must make.
Make it quickly not for mine, but for your own sake.

For a day will come when I am not here.
The net that once caught you will soon disappear.

Though I do not wish you fall on the ground.

But I do wish, Lost Wander, that you are somehow found.

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