Again I step on foreign lands,
Treading on these alien sands,
My thoughts are with my task at hand,
Yet my heart's pulled back home like a rubber band.
Other obligations in my mind,
Perhaps I will see what I intend to find,
As I walk with unknown faces,
Through equally unknown places.
Perhaps the foreign winds will set me free,
From my mind's hollow, dreadful spree,
May I be able to clearly see,
The end of the path that lies before me.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
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