Getting tired of routine
As it roots down deep
And whirls around me
At first creates support
At last creates strife
Pushing out of boundary
My patience toward all
So the pondering goes on
Changing attitudes
Maybe even addresses
Leaving all behind
Out forward to the next
Home or campsite or open field
Destined to trod the earth
Wondering...
Wanting...
Waiting...
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