willful wanderers worrying what
purposes preferred by those who seek
whimpering willows wail and shriek
searching endlessly do they sought

for the tears of joy, they brought
all their blessings, and presents naught
left them shall, for they will wait
for something to come their way

aimless prayers, without struggles to prize
do they search, with closed eyes
blinded themselves they reek of the stench
that rots everyone who walks with them

desperation caused them to suffer it indeed
they lost their will, to become free
what freedom sought by them was naught
a life of joy they traded in for some cheap thrills

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