restless

i have a home
a place
i can rest my weary bones
yet sometimes I
want to roam, hoping
to feel less alone
and if by chance I travel
into the unknown
it might be good
to hear the tone
of an artist on loan
New sights to see
a chance to be free
from the memories
that have long since haunted me
give me life,
freedom,
and a new road
to tread upon
curious and carefree
i don’t ask questions of tomorrow
because in my heart I know
all time is borrowed

 

 

 

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