I might be the gypsy roaming around in these deserts

Creating a network of pathways;

The earth pinched wherever I let it bathe my feet

Leading a meaningless journey of turns and bends.

I might be the aimless soul seeking tranquility

Whilst I walk these warm sands.

In a way 

All are right in their hypothesis

Of my present.

One thing they all don't see

Is the fact;

That cannot be overlooked

So easily as such

Is this;

I am tethered

In a tight grip

To The Polaris;

The North Star.

How can I be aimless?

How can I be leading a meaningless journey?

When I am in a choke hold,

Anchored to the brightest of all stars?

To the Pole Star?

That being you

My Cynosure.

Always

Bound

To you.

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Going elsewhere...

...Only...

...To come back;

...To the source...

...Of my addiction.

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©VioletEden