the wanderer and his words

the btenoir times

Its a long way down
will i survive the unknown?
nobody knows that

the moment of truth
like syrup reaching french toast
the lonely ledge stares
but will you dive aimlessly

youve grabbed the long rope
youve climbed the muddy terrain

the climax is here
thoughts of anacondas now
ripping through your mind

before you were wandering
and before you had these words in your head
oh , mind wanderer.
you knew you wanted to drink from the fountain of youth.

By Andrew Vo


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