they walk amid us like ghosts

looking not unlike you or me

wraiths without any identity

pursuing what can never be

lives spent seeking a quarry

elusive as a mountain puma

at the mercy of the elements

where joy is a mere rumour

should you subsist as they do

you'll not find peace or hope

never knowing who you are

means a mortal fight to cope

for if ...

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