Impelled to walk towards the horizon,
We chase the rising or the setting sun;
Through the ruts and paths uncharted,
We walk, at times, only for we've started.
Wanting to learn, teach, lead, or be led,
We join caravans, march tread in tread;
Nourished and cherished, not just fed,
We learn to guard, having been guarded.
Yet, a dream carries in it its own dread-
An ultimatum to the heart and the head;
Needing to fork to the East or the West,
We flee the unrest, we flee the floating nest.
Fortunately, faces need not be forgotten,
Bonds with a roving chum aren't verboten,
And each word swapped is a hinting token,
A shared remembrance of a shared unspoken.
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