Did you choose to walk away, yet never strayed?

Did you see the pristine, beyond the passing hours?

Did your mind stray to the horizon?

Was it a disorder to dream?

There's no moment to dwell in, only what lingers ahead

The treacherous footprints of a wanderer's path

There's always another flicker in the distance

A promise of something more

Small things, distractions in the periphery

The crippling weight of longing

Insatiable remnant of the past

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