I am the man who would wear no more shoes
\nto stroll and to feel all the sand by the sea
\nknowing that nothing is what I can lose
\nhaving little enough, and much less, sets me free.<\/p>\n
I am the man who would live at the top
\nof a mountain, no kidding, in a cave in the snow.
\nI never seek real folks outside of the shop.
\nFor solitude, do you know how far I would go.<\/p>\n
I am the man with such hope in his soul
\nI fear for the world but not much for me.
\nI’ve been dead already, or nearly. The whole
\nof this life is already mine, and where I can be free.<\/p>\n
I am a painter, a poet, a bard.
\nI’d walk off tomorrow, and leaving behind
\nmy family, my friends, everything that I guard,
\nmy possessions, and singing, for someone to find.<\/p>\n
I am a man with no political bent
\nmy beliefs are my own and I keep them inside.
\nAs for my God, while he is heaven-sent,
\nshe’s mine, mine alone, for my heart to abide.<\/p>\n
I am a man who has spoken enough
\nof himself this dark evening, and maybe too much.
\nThe rest of my secrets, are mine and they’re tough
\nto hide from you all, as they’re not yours to touch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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