madpen's journal

Settling

I wrote this poem shortly before settling down in NYC after months on the go. Will I stay for long? Let’s hope so.

Though it’s freedom pure
Lived on impulse, unsure
All this wandering
      Through temporary stations
            Lonely associations
                  Dull occupations
Grows thin
And the mind
Yearns for a more sound abode
      Where deeper passions
      And devotions
May begin and unfold

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This entry was posted on October 14, 2012 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , .
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