Nothing could be more tiring
being a continuous journey
travelling from place to place
with boarding in one place
and I living in another place
going from there to another country
there again from the destination
have to travel to my home town
another long drive turning hectic
pulling all my muscles and energy out
while my eyes droop throughout
my hand tired of carrying the baggage
while the legs pulling me all through
I cross the journey very frequently
that has transferred a strong feeling
that once back home I never want to get out
sitting pretty at home like a recluse
and enjoying the comforts with freedom
which I get once in a way
which I long to be my way all throughout.
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