Weary

I make my way, hear me?

Before the sun rises and the smoke runs

I already mapped my way out

The open sky is my roof

the Earth’s pulse my resting place

I’m easy to be friends with

and yet so deadly to be enemy with

My name is Shadow

the open field is my kingdom

I surf the wind

and grip my fate like the furious stallion it is

The stars greet me as they fly by

and I know I’m not home

as every sunset finds me in the hole I dug the night before

So I tell to these feet to walk and not rest until the cup is full.

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