Though stilled at heart,
But as passionate as ever…
I walked a precarious path,
Path as that of a lone wolf…
Disguised simply as a drifter,
I walked a thousand miles…
Following a path of a stranger,
In a land full of foreigners…
Demanded of anonymity,
No place for negligence…
I passed in and about,
Keeping as low a profile…
Blatantly, I disregarded others…
For…not a hint ought to remain,
Of my nonexistent existence…

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