Thursday, December 12, 2024

Always Wandering

 


In my dreams 

I'm always wandering

Searching for . . . .

I'm never really sure . . . 

Sometimes I'm searching for

Mistie

My babies

Home

Myself

and for some reason

I can never find

Home

no matter how many

obstacles

broken bridges

fallen trees

mountains

or 

dense forests -

and then when I awake

I am Home.


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