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  • A traveler bound am I

    with path set before me

    no regard for where I wish to be

    When I'm south-bound, it is the fault of gravity

    and gravity knows not how to face the north

    in this respect, I am bound

    I have no choice... I just go south...

    Some day, I will go north

    but only when comes Prosetime of flood

    for then it is that I find

    that I can float

    It is then I will go north

    and toward the north will I then be bound

    simply to find again the pull of south

    living like a shuttle cock

    weaving a fabric map of futility

    stuck between the farthest north and deepest south

    never finding rest from the endless journey

    never knowing the sight of either pole

    just traveling at the will of physics

    and so am I bound...

    and so am I bound.
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