Home, Is That You

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.

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