Lost in the wilderness on a westbound train,
i wake up from the rumble of steel on rails and wonder
where I've gone to, and how to get back.
I walked from one end of the shore to the next, adrift;
footsore and wild-hearted.
Home is never the same place.
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..beautfiul.
lol, beautiful too
reminds me of an old lyric from a defunct band: "home is where the heartbreak is"
We walk a long and winding road through life.
And when we look back, only pieces of our path,
Can be seen through the twists and turns.
Some things we see clearly and remember,
Others are forgotten, a will be learned anew.
Our destination is unknown,
And our origin is unclear.
It may be a futile journey,
If not for the paths of others which we cross.
footsore and wild-hearted. that is exactly how i feel.
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