Yearning for a routine
seeking out a pattern
A schedule, a timetable
A rut to fall into
Tired I am
of not having
a day that tells me
where and what I need be
Today, yesterday and three days after
Yearning for ground
that I can cut/dig into
As I can't grow roots
in the open sky
or have it cut and stitched
to my style or need
Never had I realised
the face that freedom hides
the daunting emptiness
that refuses to be filled
How much ever fulfilment
may you stumble upon
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