The gates are closed
But the path is wide
The bird is caged
Yet ropes untied
The shoes are worn
Yet the feet tap quiet
To the soundless beats
Of heart's appetite
The woods, obscure,
Yet grow to entice
Chilled waters run deep
Yet floats a chunk of ice
Within high castle walls,
If he isn't Mr. Right
Perhaps, a cozy cottage houses
Your shining armored knight
The sun bid goodbye
But the moon began to glow
Today was terrible,
You'll wake up to tomorrow
Oases may run dry,
Just walk on with a smile
For, O lost vagabond
Not far from you flows the Nile!
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