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I saunter within my own silhouette.
We have grown old
have moved closer to the other.
It's at times such as this
I realize my silhouette and I
are becoming as one.
That's quite frightening
to tell the truth,
and I have a thing about telling the truth.
There's a doomsday feeling of dread
that someday when the silhouette and I
totally become as one;
death visits.

A wanderer
for much of my life,
looking for
answers to my screaming questions.
No one paid any attention, so
I wandered in the madness of the moment,
stuck in the middle of dead-end streets
and numbed insanity.
I was wrong.
I was right.
I walked alone,
disillusioned and jaded.

I still wander,
not on hot, dusty roads as back then.
I wander the Internet.
Not the same
as my old wandering days
still, it satisfies
a wanderlust.
Plus, I'm warm in the winter,
cool in the summer.
Didn't used to be that way.
I love my life.
I love my former life,
with all the pitfalls it threw in front of me.
I won some.
I lost more.
I'm still here,
not drooling.
That my friend,
is the ultimate wandering man

©April 8, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton