this present state

feel each step

I don’t care much for the places you tell me to go
Nor do I care to pay much attention to the voice in my ear
Pushing or pulling, whispering nonsensical phrases
I may or may not be content right here.

Searching out every step, every stone
Feeling every movement, every pebble
Aching in my feet, in my bones
Longing to find hope in this ground

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