from inside The Sane Asylum...
Making peace with myself and getting along with it all...
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
The Wanderer
Though I have trod the path less traveled,
and ventured where few dare to go,
the heart that grew and forged my way
Now aches for streets I know.
I yearn to cast my weary eyes
Over a simple kingdom all my own,
The modest land in which I reign,
I am going home...
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