Dreams and thoughts.

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A few things to try.  A few things to check.  No ties, and if none are made, I must do what my nature requires.  I wasn't made to remain, but to roam.  Always looking for home.  It may not exist.  Not anymore or again.


I have seen more than I wanted, done more than enough.  The past is that, but as time passes, the past nears the future.  A loop or a fate.  Either way, I believe it to be a younger man's game.  Leaving them to it, wandering perhaps.

I think of the fantastic, fanciful.  A notion full of promise, but a false promise.  I have traveled far too many roads to become confused now.  Not a siren's song can lure me, save should I allow it.  I believe there is another way.

It might take a bit to arrange.  Not as long as I might anticipate.  Divesting and relinquishing what can't be negotiated.  I can't be certain if this is the time.  Home may be a delusion but the road isn't.  If not, there is yet a place.  Not an easy place.  Is any?  It is not ease that I seek.  I will have to begin some things, then make my way.  I have all that I will need, more than I can take, even of what could be useful.

The dreams, visions, thoughts, drag me to an intersection.  One path I know, the other would be similar, but different from things I have known.  Should I go, I am uncertain if I should let the blog remain.  I will have to think on it.  All of it.  Tick-tock, time tells all.  Either way, I must prepare.  It is out there.