Who we are today may not be who we will be tomorrow; Who we were may not be who we are today; But who we are today is what we have become from who we were.
There goes the Lazy Wanderer, all soul and mind,
In a garden of bliss, where leaves turn to grey and purple
For all the laziness that engulfs the living,
Is slowly sucked out by the sheer being of the Wanderer..
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