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Jerome
Dawn and Dusk are equidistant; daylight is just a fading memory.
The Milkman and the Baker are still sleeping.
For you, time stands still...
Sweet dreams little town.
For me, time is punctuated by my footfalls;
the sound is carried away by the wind
but the soft impact resonates in my chest.
I am barefoot and carry little weight;
I'm happy.
I am satisfied that I have not polluted your air
and have wasted little water.
I feel pure.
I leave no footprints as I pass through;
no evidence of my moonlit visit.
To you, I do not exist.
I am alone and content.
I'm headed for a place near another town
but I'll be back one day, to know your people.
I'll be back to share my stories of forests and beaches and mountains;
of beautiful women in exotic locations
and terrific inspired adventures.
But for now, I remain anonymous.
On this Earth, I am omnipresent...
but to you I am just a drifter.
The Milkman and the Baker are still sleeping.
For you, time stands still...
Sweet dreams little town.
For me, time is punctuated by my footfalls;
the sound is carried away by the wind
but the soft impact resonates in my chest.
I am barefoot and carry little weight;
I'm happy.
I am satisfied that I have not polluted your air
and have wasted little water.
I feel pure.
I leave no footprints as I pass through;
no evidence of my moonlit visit.
To you, I do not exist.
I am alone and content.
I'm headed for a place near another town
but I'll be back one day, to know your people.
I'll be back to share my stories of forests and beaches and mountains;
of beautiful women in exotic locations
and terrific inspired adventures.
But for now, I remain anonymous.
On this Earth, I am omnipresent...
but to you I am just a drifter.