Like a salesman
On rounds eternal.
My apartment, these rooms,
Some cheap motel...
View cluttered by
Familiar artefacts;
Suitcase of material
Memories chained to
My soul.
Tired, I want to
Go home.
Problem.
The road's so long,
Home's but a concept,
Co-ordinates forgotten...
Adrift.
Feeling....
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