A Vagabondian Yearning

The hills would command my heart to drum faster.
The endless oceans would humble me, at once.
The sands reminded me of times, I would never be able to hold onto.

Life has always moved on.
And
I have never fancied the security of a fixed abode.

Tied down I might be for now, but like a soaring kite,
I enjoy the occasional rebellious tug for freedom.

I have witnessed a few turfs and the raiders as well.
And, in the distance, I can see untouched pastures.

I long to go there.

Wind be on my side and I’ll make my way.
To the emerald meadows of abounding beauty.

Till then, I’ll circle around.
I’ll reflect what I see in the tiny mirrors on my chest.
The earth and waters below and the heavens above.

The string is stern, but not insuperable.
Tattered I am, but the string is also feeble.
And when it shatters, I shall soar.
Wind be on my side and I’ll make my way.

Till then, I shall circle around,
I shall stay tied down.
The earth, the waters and the heavens, till then, you shall see them
in the tiny mirrors on my chest.

-Vagabondian

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