He awoke with the morning dew resting upon his face
He rose to his feet wholly refreshed, a new day upon the path
There may yet come a day for him to find what he was searching for
His breakfast, meager hits the stomach, A meal of sorts and nothing more
Laces his boots to his trodden feet, paces on towards the rising morning sun
Abruptly at noon he feels someone watching, Lurking just out of view
She's been following for miles now, He felt her days before
What she wants and where she travels, he wants to know
This path was once his and unto his alone
He trudged it, pondering his past, Left alone in time's embrace
Feelings emergered as he wondered her purpose
Could she see his soul? The agony of his past defeats?
The dreamer was swept in a whirlwind of emotions
He was the man who knew no one
He barely knew of himself, and of that he had hated so
Self loathing had become him all these years,
It ticked away at his soul, made him less to look at
Now upon his new destiny, he longed for warmth again
Emotions of warmth, memories upon which to build
His fragmented dreams had shown him such happiness
His faith had promised him sweet bliss
Yet to find her here on the path, he felt wary, unsure
Later, after his evening meal, he would call to her
He would meet the one who followed him to gates unknown
But yet the day is yet early, and the dreamer walked on.......
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