Eyes peer from darkened street corners
Looking to make sure it is safe
Masks hide him from them
During the light of the day
He will stay in shadows
Their minds too narrow
For his soul is too grand for them
He runs too free
In a room without walls
Without ceilings
So ill keep running free
Like the nomads of the beginning
Hopeful of their presence
In the wild
Where the young free hipsters burn
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