Could I ever escape the wilderness?
Land after lands,
Water over waters.
The forest calls me.
And, most times it haunts.
What I breathe,
turns to time.
When I move,
it is friction.
Home is a vast how.
Who I am,
is the biggest why.
I can't stay long.
Maybe, I shouldn't.
Run along,
they say.
Let the discomfort teach you.
Allow the comfort to rest you.
Into the wild or within my-self;
am I just running away,
or turning back?
I guess it is both.