Here we are,
Another day,
And I with no clue what to say.
The light seems dull,
The colors grey,
My mind is lost,
I'm far away.
Tossed upon
Some distant shore,
I year for home,
Forevermore.
And yet no home
I've ever known,
Has held my heart,
And ceased its roam.
This longing
That has lived in me,
A decade least,
Closer to three.
Has haunted
Every dream and plan,
Towards it
I have always ran.
With bloodied feet,
And broken knees,
I swam through
Shark infested seas
Over beds of coals
And pits of snakes
Every shortcut
I could take.
Still it stays
Just out of reach
No matter how
I plead, beseech.
"A wandering,
Wanton, wicked thing,"
Says any man
When asked his dream.
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