A Traveler's Soul

The haunting sound of a deep train horn
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echoed towards the west
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confronting the cold autumn night
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with a taunting howl.
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And if I could jump onto a boxcar
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and ride the tracks like
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a fierce adventurer, I would.
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Love and friendship hold me back.
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Inside, my gypsy soul wants
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nothing more than to
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pass the days in motel rooms
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and drive through the night
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mentally recording city lights
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that jump at my peripherals.

- Cierra Norman

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