Tell me who, who are these travelers, more fugitive, even,
Robbing and killing without a second thought.
Vagabonds in their own way who choose to walk the doomed path.
Evil is their first impulse.
Appearance means nothing.
They may hold a hostile home at the broken corner
Or visit your home, smiling, behind a suit and tie.
As nature is my god, chaos is theirs.
My backyard was paradise this morning;
nothing could weigh down my shoulders.
As I took in deep breaths of lush, green land,
I looked into their world through the hole in the fence.
They breathe just as me, but sinister green poison fills their lungs.
I entered the traveler’s dim, gray world and saw him on the corner.
Seeing each other, face to face, we simultaneously began to pray
-eyes closed-
to ourselves.
I slurred all of my words but made perfect sense asking ‘Why is winter bad sometimes?’
He replied, ‘Because confinement leads to depression.’
I’ve heard they are dangerous to those foreign to their ways,
However, rules are disregarded when the power of will is raised~