You'll be asleep but I'll be spending my nights howling at the moon.
But if you've ever wondered if wolves cry baby, well they do...
I'm known by many, yet understood by a few.
A mystery but I tell my story through simple words,
turning pain to gold, the alchemist unfolds his truths from the philosophers stone.
I am a paradox because I enjoy your presence, yet I would rather be left alone.
With a few books in a sack full of pencils and paper; watch this poet as he continues to roam...
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
You'll be asleep but I'll be spending my nights howling at the moon.
But if you've ever wondered if wolves cry baby, well they do...
I'm known by many, yet understood by a few.
A mystery but I tell my story through simple words,
turning pain to gold, the alchemist unfolds his truths from the philosophers stone.
I am a paradox because I enjoy your presence, yet I would rather be left alone.
With a few books in a sack full of pencils and paper; watch this poet as he continues to roam...
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