A Ronin wanders the country side.
He follows no road.
He carries nothing with him but hurt pride.
His feet move with out purpose.
He carries on with his sojourn because he can.
But something troubles him just beneath the surface.
He has wandered lost for sometime now.
Looking for answers to the past and the future
He struggles not with the why but the how.
With out a master he must press on
He must find his new purpose
Until then he will start his life a new every break of dawn.
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