to be adventurous
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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