I’m miserable for adventure
There’s lines that stain my brain
Like every nation
They exist only in our imagination
They separate us from our true nature
Wanderers
Conquerors of the unknown
Searching for a place to call home
In a group or alone
We roll over every rock and stone
Until we find
Where we’re not alone
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