A Wanderer’s Route

Convention took a seat next to me

it told me I must mend my ways

It is not easy being you I see…

the nail that sticks up gets hammered down.

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The heart of a rebel is capricious

your journey is perilous still; where do you end up

when you only follow the whims

of your fickle mind?

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I told Convention

I will end up where I want myself to be

not trapped in the rigorous cycle

of an insipid life where breathing is a burden.

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My espousal lies to a wanderer’s route

A free spirit, I do not settle

come along with me

you may find something new.

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Convention heaved a sigh

with a shake of its head and

donned its hiking boots

to sally out with me.

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Written for Your Daily Word Prompt #Espousal

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