are forever gypsies.
never finding a place
to call home,
always on some road.
going somewhere
without a map
or plan.
without a true north.
it's in their blood
to keep moving.
to keep settling and unsettling
down.
carrying boxes in
carrying boxes out.
it's been that way
since birth.
and nothing
ever changes but the
address.
a postal box.
another new life
in a another new town.
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