Behind the laugh and joy
Amidst the common fry,
Calm but yet I cry,
Demanding a greater ploy.
Crowded world yet aloof I stand,
Amused by the passing trend
Marred you, was my fault
Moving on but I halt.
Amidst the sun and sand
Walking through the barren land
Only things that scatter
Passing By my rising Charter
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