He never set in his ways
Except in the way of never setting
Nor would he count his days
Not that he found age unsettling
But simply because there was too much
Too much to learn, to much to do
His patience could be short as such
Yet, if intriguing he found time for you
There was a wiry energy in him
That would stick throughout the years
A restlessness that comes from within
Where lack of purpose is chief of fears
Intolerable to some, yet always himself
Laws were questions that might lead to crime
Enough money that he never sought wealth
I wonder if you've met such a man in your time?
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Inspired by General Chrome from Iconoclasts, listening to his "Preacher" theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zom7tH7yWeI
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