Crossing
I have crossed beyond the scope
Trod my wayward beaten path alone
Fastened many knots along my rope
Looking for my home
Time creeps onward passing men like me who mope
I have tried to cross my scope
Satisfy my hunger I want more
Feed my endless need for greater hope
It’s worth it I swore
Fatigue is draining me wary of the slope
I have crossed and reached my shore
Somewhere near I feel my fond felt home
Knotted rope unfurling as I roam
Wayward trodden done
Need I leave behind me; needing nothing more
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