She takes the open road with a heavy heart and steady feet

Arms welcoming the spirit of the night

Words loose on the tip of her tongue

Like her actions, thoughtless, without precision.

The worlds around her is numbing

Spinning much faster than she can balance.

But she cannot go back.

This is the fate she has chosen

To forever be rootless, waiting to timber.

***

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