Wonderlust
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There's a footprint in the snow outside my bedroom window. It is simply one footprint, there is no pair, there is no pathway. It is in the center of a field of white. I don’t know whose it is, and I don’t know how it got there.
they teach you in school
if you take so much
away from another
you get none
or a negitive
well which am i
None or Negitive?
So it’s cloudy outside
With a sigh, I growl with despise.
There’s a wind knocking on my heart
Begging and begging to break me apart.
There’s so much to be told
As I grumble at the wind
Do I fold?
