The Traveller

Standard

Got to get to some place

Any place but here

Got to get to other things

Any thing not near

For here I am

Inside beside along

This side of fear I am

Beside residing in what’s

Here I am aside my self

So dear the cost of reeling

From this feeling

Like a dreaming

Has no meaning

Nothing leaning

I am lost

I was but am not here

To pay for loss of living

To be any place

Or face or needing

Any space not here!

 

©K Barr

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