I’ve traveled half-way round the world,
Yet never really left my home.
Instead, I took it with me on that
Journey to the other side.
Wayward traveler carrying a nation
Slung across my back.
Knapsack filled with old familiar
Memories both deep and wide.
Knowing all from gentle pain of losing
In the game of love.
Seeking more than everything
To fill my eyes to overflow.
Desperate searching – who knows what –
Snatching tidbits from above
The scrambled madness. Who knows
Which direction my direction goes?
In this world of fantasy
You oft-times can’t tell sprite from gnome.
But if your eyes are on the prize
You never fail to bring it home.
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