The clandestine breath paused in murky mystery
True identity is hidden by the rhythm exhale,
And fortune weaves a tidy tale in idle mockery
By travelers waiting to go places more desirable.
Exotic parades buys the addiction of pleasure,
And Leave behind the prints for others to follow,
A clandestine may have many moments to treasure,
Riding freely through the air as a migrating shadow.
Become a wayfarer transient from one residence,
Bolder than astronauts and aliens behind space men,
A wandering robber who doesn't owe any allegiance,
Join spirits who also has come from another realm.
By raft, they ply their craft running from the law,
Bonded travelers transmitted through arduous journey,
Hiking awhile and trekking round a governing wall
Stay concealed to find in time only illegal misery.
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