to be adventurous

Doesn't know what he expects to see

He just knows it’s up

Out there

Higher than where he is

It’s expansive, broad

Ocean’s horizon

Never-ending distance 

An unknown with a sense of nostalgia

Longing of home

Yet…he’s never been

What’s the reason to sense a loss?

Always traveling

Never settling

Where should he be going?

How should he be searching?

Something inside whispers…

It can’t be found as all other things can

It’s elsewhere yet right here

It’s already yet later

How can a longing also be a satiating?

Like the desire itself is what he’s been hunting

It’s the truest want

The core conviction

The right heading

Excited, he’d sprint forward

Practiced to run all his life

Every direction seems appropriate

And none guaranteed

Is this what they meant by freedom?

That all is possible?

All is available?

Whether all is achieved

It’s simply the realization

No master is withholding

No teacher reprimanding

No father to scold

Mother to worry

There is no fence

No frame

No template

No normal

With a sigh

He finally agrees

There potentially never was

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