Oh, Wanderer

Your passion will fade; it’s imminent,
And your attitude is simply arrogant.
Oh, Wanderer, your pain is so evident.

I would hate to know the real me;
You must wallow about in self-pity.
Oh, Wanderer, you must get lonely.

Rolling over to find no one there,
You think your life is better? It doesn’t even compare.
Oh, Wanderer, you live a life of desperate despair.

Jordan McFarlen

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Too Late

When the stars appear
As the sun sets,
There’s no sense
In a good night’s rest.
Soon, it will be too late.
Before you know it
The sun will rise again,
And with it, the day
Of your great escape.

Jordan McFarlen