"Wanderer" by Marco Dali Dingo, courtesy of Deviant Art.

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The Wanderers

We are the wanderers.
We are the founders.
We are the proof — of Love, of hope, of faith, of science, and of truth at all in all.We are those whom you’ve walked upon & lost to none. We are those whom you’ve let go & let flow. We are those whom you took for granted — whom you’ve always ranted.
We are a generation of true disappointments. That makes the act of hope a revolution, a birth within the barren desert. We are the outcast building an empire. We are a hundred million dreams that expired within the turn of the tide of the century. We are what we lost at heart. We are the Loves we never had, the absolution we longed for, the closures we’ve always cherished, the wishes we never had fulfilled, the thoughts we never dared to talk about & yet we talk about silently within our heads. We are the seeds and the plants. We are the soil & the roots & the water & all the elements of existence.
We are an embrace against indifference, a purpose against the meaninglessness, a tide against the absurdity of our own lives.

We are a revolution against all what surrendered us, all those who have let us down, we are One.

We are those who have refused to walk along the heaving crowds. We are those who have refused to talk us into not dying. We are the ones who ended up dying although we live. We are those who have refused to talk side by side with the murmuring masses.

Our Lives are our war & our destiny is to lose ourselves into ourselves. We are the infinite desperations sparked across the skyline of our hopes.
We are meaning against meaninglessness.
We are hope against depressions.
We are the ones who shape the future of the futureless.
The light of the lightless & in the face of the end we’re the endless;
A thousand beacon lighting chaos for the conservative & the moderate — a hundred harbors for the lost & the aimless those who found no trust in themselves & found no trust in others.
We are the ones who needed God the most & wanted God the most & ones who found God nowhere but within themselves — Who found God within no church, no mosque, no temple — who knew that God is all in all & God is pure & God is kind.
We are the ones who knew that God is found within the strangest place within our minds.
We are the ones who lost the light within our night & found none to guide us.
We are the ones who lost ourselves in darkness until our demons all surrounded us.

We are the ones who stopped the moving feet, who lived dormant, who lived discrete — those whom you hated to love & loved to hate — those whom you longed to hear their names whom you could always contemplate.

Of Love, of hope, of faith, of science, of truth at all in all —  We are the proof.
We are the founders.
We are the wanderers.

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