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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