the whole world is moving
some into the mountains with rucksacks and tents and hiking boots
others into the wilderness of cities for money, tearing at their roots
if you’ve packed up and left once, what’s to stop you from doing it
again?
when right there stands the bicycle, or there the bus, the daily train?
but aren’t you tired of it all?
irked now by this insatiable desire to be free?
for there’s nowhere you’re going, nowhere that you have to be
how long can you go on moving like that? go on running, how long
when there is nowhere, nowhere that you belong?
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