it's an itch.
a yearning. a desire
to flee.
to run, to find a way
out
of this muck,
this mire. I see
the long road ahead.
I see the road
behind, east, north,
south or west.
so much is undecided.
which way to go,
how to stay
and think things through,
to
figure it out.
Friday, August 9, 2019
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