He had hope and dreams but somehow without a goal.
Flamboyant as he appeared to many,
But sometimes he trudged alone without any.
The dreams he held dear to his conscience,
Sometimes those absolutely made no sense.
While there was someone, he thought would share his life,
Amazed he was, what he had seen, and of it's price.
The life of a simpleton was too hard to live,
Then again sometimes, even that is hard to achieve.
While he brooded over his fond memories from the past,
Relived those in his mind,time and again,
Giving away everything and starting over afresh seemed a wonderful bargain.
A soul which is lost can never be realised by others at all,
Only another lost soul can become a healer and maybe together they can be whole.
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