On to the road
Left the comfort
To make my ode
In the quest
To search my soul
I gave up myself
On the whole
What lies afar
Betray the eyes
Think it’s cosy
Just belies
I take the wind
Freedom’s flight
Dreams of horizon
End in blight
Am at a place
Beneath the skies
In a world
Filled with cries
T’is not home
Something but close
Around, my brethren
Spent Yellows
All Yellows
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