The Journey

164 miles to go.
It seems impossible that home
can exist quite so close
to where I live, but it’s so
soon. Just 164 miles to go
and I’ll have my feet on welcome ground
Totally naked by the sea
vulnerable and exposed
exactly where I want to be
no more scrambling around
for ideas, just solid gold
happiness. I’ve said it before
and I’ll say it again, this town
isn’t home

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