Prodigal Return of the Wondering Albatross
From far my travels
I've returned
Turning dust to paving grass roads
Through all those dark musty alleyways
And clustered-off rocks
Into lush valleys of cobbled mist
Bringer of light to the trodden grounds
Purveyor of storms in the unspoken seas
Whips and waves I've riden them all
To a freedom of the vast empty
The countless clouds I've traveled with
Though nameless
More familiar to me passerby's
The whistling of passionate winds
Caressing and lulling me into peace
I am now here
The here that is stationary,
Lacking purpose, fostering fear
Fearful of stillness
Reminiscing of the stillness I beheld
When I was on my way
Traversing through dust
So there you have it,
I will set off once more
The life of a nomad is a life to live
Nameless to the world
But shameless in a word
Huff..
.... huff...
... huff......
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