Wander
Why do I travel for miles and miles
Through winter forests
And curtains of snow...?
Why do I stop in remote villages
And frantically enter shops
With old toys in frosty windows...?
Why do I chase deer
That leap over my head
And banish away my evening slumber...?
Childhood is nowhere to be found...
What I can find at least,
Is a new layer of self;
Although... thrust in there like a vein
May be the spirit of a child...
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