Roam

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I travel and travel on.

Straight roads

And winding roads.

Flying.

Driving.

Crawling.

On the chaos of the main roads

To the quiet of dirt and narrow foot trodden

Routes.

Finding myself

On the game trails between

Birch and pine.

It comes to pass

Once again,

No trail

Before me.

Roaming on.

I am home.

And roaming on I will go

For everywhere

Is home.

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