Caged-free.

I walk and walk and walk on —
  On the street with no name
  In the evergreen forest with no flowers
  To the mountain peak with no mist
I walk and walk and walk on.


Unanswered questions looming a lachrymose cloud,
The rising sun reassures the uncertainty.
I observe a convocation of eagles flying under their own steam,
Enticing me to follow their trail.
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