Where the feet are, they feel restless
Pacing up and down through labyrinth of uncertainty
An abode could not provide comfort for years
Wanderings will leave blisters on untraveled souls
Indifference and paranoia ignite latent passions
Reconciling and blending with an artificial concoction
Snapping ligaments weaken the movement
Out of sync life suggests the feet go here and there
Aimless wanderings are warning signs
Landscapes have changed with transformed cultures
Restless feet can get entangled anytime
Interplay of arrogance and insecurity
Only a symbolic journey cannot take the steps beyond©
Lovely.. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Sir,the journey you described seems divine…
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I need a symbolic journey- maybe some meditation would be a good thing right now. Great poem friend
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Meditation and allow the mind to levitate to realms of beautiful journey. 🙂
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I’ve done that before so peaceful
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