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The Vagrant

Updated: Jul 10, 2023

There I go again a refugee,

the fallen leaves are me free,

I go again without prior consideration,

and without any advantage whatsoever,

other than that I am sober, kind and clever.

There I go again into the void,

I try to fit in, to avoid,

I go into the sea that I now call my own,

and I hope it will free me,

and others will see me.

I go from oblivion into darkness

I am boundless and endless,

I am a summer lark and a tree,

I go where others go to be free.

I fall within the boxes,

I try to tick them,

and I ‘d like to be me and develop,

and I go just like the wind and say hello.

by Spyros Koroniotis


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