Poems From The Head

With a sound There rang a voice; ”You have no choice. Come over here, and bring your gear.” And in the breeze he saw the geese Of all things spread their wings If they can fly, why cannot I Be free like them?   “Come over here, and bring you gear” He heard once more, he knew the score He looked around, and with a sound Obeyed the voice – he had no choice   He packed his bag and lowered the flag One journey was done, but this had not yet begun...   ?

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