Homing

May I find my way?

This wandering life,

in which I can only

wander, hoping to move on,

move on to new,

Move on to better?

But only to move.

How many more times?

How many more times,

must I start, only to

find myself lost?

Lost within everywhere,

lost within nowhere,

but lost nonetheless.

I can only wish to come

to somewhere new,

to somewhere calm,

and somewhere

Home.

2021

By Benedict Cadwallader from The Journey

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