Wheels are in motion again
clank clank
the gypsy in me is packing up
unsettling the settled
starting afresh
no want for hope
no desire for sorrow
subdued is the word
put my books in a box
pack my clothes in another
pangs of anxiety
flashes of excitement
charting a new way
away from all I know as real
gloom over loss
inertness over gain
the wheels are in motion again
clank clank
What lies on the other end, I know not
unable to figure the allure, yet I walk on
live recklessly die young, shall I ?
or confirm I will, one day of my life ?
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