‘Wôkə,bout

He is dangerously prophetic;
Potential far beyond this town
But walking only takes him so far–
Especially with eyes on the ground.

His persistent flee from ambitions
Is a poltroons reaction to fate.
Languished by the sidewalks
Cracked by no earthquakes.
Reciting streets of Elmhurst
Before they all decay.
Never dropping breadcrumbs
In attempt to runaway.

Yet,
With every step
Comes another doubt.
Yearning to redefine “lost”
Without knowing the origin of
A walkabout.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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