In dreams as in waking I am nearly naked
Seeing and seen by people I do not know
Though streets seem familiar of places been
I am and have always been alone
Approaching encampments I smile my name
Extend my empty hand in peace
Shuffle and shyly stand
Waiting for solitude's release
I will fight to be accepted to prove my worth
I will stand down to show my intent
I will not accept label as slave
I will not serve the corrupter's Tent
If I must remain or go alone
Bags or belongings be damned
All I ask from those within
Is, that I keep that which I am.
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