trudge trudge trudge.
a hobbled step and another -
nomad yet without grudge.
searching far and farther.
one step beginning a lifetime past
as i rose from slumber, startled
by your voice like a floating mast
this journey started.
still i walk scragged and bedraggled
yet spurred on by the thought of home
till i find you - continued struggle
forever i will roam
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