324 – Eject

Rolling turns,
Course corrections,
Twisting paths,
Lost vision.

No north,
No guiding stars,
No charts,
No destination.

Too many variables,
With no order or direction.
No clear port.
Just floating in the air.

Enough!

Fed-up,
I let the wheel go.

Let them
Find their own way.

I’m going
Home.

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