I am the one who does not fit.
I am the black knight in this tavern of thieves.
I am the free rogue within this labyrinth prison.
I catch their curious glances,
I see their confusion,
I know their pensive worry.
Sitting in the darkened corner,
Hearing their unguarded words,
I exist on the periphery of their world.
An invader of comfort,
A marauder of serenity,
A man misplaced
Within this world.
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