The Wanderer

Don’t doubt that I’m a stranger
My home was a distant thought
Some called it paradise
But today I’m a wandering man

Don’t ask me why I came here
I heard hope rained from the sky
My home could’ve been paradise
But a wanderer may tell lies

Don’t tell me that I’m foolish
Don’t blame me for disaster
I traveled from a distant land
Though hope didn’t rain from the sky

Even if I’m frightened
Even if I die
My home was but a paradise
So I left to see the sky

My family never knew me
My friends think I’m a visitor
If home was really paradise
The wanderer would not lie

Don’t tell me that I’m foolish
Don’t blame me for disaster
I’m a traveler who will not return
Though hope didn’t rain from the sky

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Fred Yu writes fiction in the Asian Historical Fantasy genre. He is a filmmaker, chef, Feng Shui practitioner, martial artist, and for over a decade was a risk manager in Citigroup. He graduated from New York University majoring in film and television, and has directed a number of documentaries and short films while working in the financial services industry. Yu is currently a full-time writer and lives in New York City.

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