I am not fearless
I am a fugitive
Having crossed boundaries
In and out of your sight.
Finding the path
Has not been easy for me
But when has it been
For anybody.
We are wanderers
Comers and goers
Artist and doers
Haters and lovers ,
all wrapped
In one package
Like the one I have left
at the door.
The fear I have left outside
Like a wet cloak
When you invited me in
And now that we sit by the fire
Please pour me some wine
And a story to warm myself
Because I have been cold
With fever and fear for too long
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