As I sit here, waiting and wanting, surrounded by the ambient blur of the city lights, waiting at a stop sign, wanting to go beyond. beyond smoke and grime; beyond concrete and asphalts. Beyond gritty streets and loud chatter. Somewhere much farther; where paths twist and turn; where roads lead to nowhere and everywhere at once. where water meets earth; where the horizon is endless, infinite. Where reason escapes. The spirit seeks solid refuge, yet longs to wander and lose its way. All that is, remains(?) transient(?); fleeting, slipping by, leaving no trace.I steal a glance; lights flash before my eyes. Seconds turn into years as I sit here, waiting and wanting.
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