The Way of the Poet

The Way of the Poet

I am a poet, a refugee,
alone on the open road.
Not knowing where I am going,
only that I must go.
I hide myself by day,
move quickly across the night.
Running from oppression,
I seek stars along the way.

My legs, tired yet strong,
keep me wandering on.
Yet how will I survive
without a map and a home?
The way of the poet
demands that
the search for sanctuary
is over before it can begin.

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