Poet of the River Poems

The more you walk,
The further you get.
The further you get,
The more you are fit.
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There is a price,
A price to live.
To meet this price,
You have to give.
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I sit by my window,
Listening to the sound of horse hoofs
on the cobblestone walk way.
I brush my hair in the mirror,
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I am I.
But why am I?
I am I,
I do not know why.
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Happy or sad,
Good or bad,
or even a lunatic whose lost there mind.
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Grey, Grey,
Colors fray.
Cast down,
Blown away.
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There is nothing I feel,
Everything is grey.
My thoughts locked away by a seal,
I have successfully hid them away.
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Cope, Cope.
Don't lose hope.
Stretch out your arms,
Grab the rope.
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Welcome to the people zoo!
Everyone is here, even you.
There is work, games, and many things to do,
Down here at the people zoo.
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Inside your cage you let out a sigh,
Forced out by the hollowness of nothing to do.
Looking out through the bars as the world passes you by,
Awaiting judgment to befall you,
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