Runways of the Hidden Kind

It is no wonder some choose to wander;

self-discovery as a motive

serves hearts of the purest kind.

Souls that rose to never squander

gifts otherwise squashed by feeble minds.

Yet there are others who feel no shame

and, no matter the occasion,

crave self-absorption, which expands.

Like Sooners who staked claim,

despite hearts ingrained in native lands.

And I would curse them to be damned

if I knew my own flight path or where to land.

But alas, where is my runway?

Where is the place I long to call home?

A place to transport boxes of my pride

to be stored and shelved away?

With calloused feet, I wish to roam,

and smile

with the sun

on my face.

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