Vagabond

Each day a new place

Adrift on the prairie ocean I search for place I search for mountain I search for view

But I no longer search for home That is within me Instead I long for movement I want to see mountains from all sides

I want a journey Each day a new place I want to lose myself In immensity and distance

I want to be a traveler A vagabond A stranger in a strange land I want to have wheels

I want to see and feel And touch I want to be both present And far away

I have decided to return To my endless journey That had been interrupted When I stopped moving

With that decision made It will be so I will pack lightly And release my mooring

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