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Ode to the Winding Way

Go! Roam the world with
curious steps and pass
a thousand miles next
to buildings built by ghosts.

Amble along in search
of falling falls, and trek
the mighty bodies built
by stars just for you.

Today, friends, we compass
the sea of ourselves
and the shores of distant
harbors we have yet to tread.

Don't tell me you are satisfied
with a pilgrimage 'round the bend.
Take an excursion to the stars
that made the place you rest your head!

And go! Forget the souvenirs.
We're making memories that last
more than a thousand years.
And I say, time, time is shorter every year.

Seek out the people you've never known
And the corners you've never crept.
Light up the darkness of your map
with each and every step.

Go! Don't wait another day.
Adventure will meet you
on the road and turn your home
into the place you are today.

Go! Lose yourself in wandering.
Meet the journey on the road.
Become someone with stories to write,
like an Ode to the Winding Way.

Go! Go today.

--

Mad Words List 8.7.18

Go
Roam
Compass
Round
Pilgrimage
Friends
Time
Trek
Land
Excursion
Journey
Souvenir
Pass

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Apologies for the delay in posting this Mad Poetry Tuesday. I was traveling and thought you should be too! :-)

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