the road outside my door
beckons and calls to me
it's been too long
since i set my feet on it
in any meaningful way

i feel the stir inside
that says its getting
to be that time again
to go and see what i see
but not where i have been

east or west, north or south
should a coin toss decide
where tonight i lay my head
or should i stay and be the rock
that I'm supposed to be


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 12:06 PM