The lunatic
Roams.
Feels free.
Loiter but never journeys .
He wanders evermore.
As the hunger
Of the plains beckons him interminably
And the drought of his mind
Is titivated in the ranges that abound
But respite of a destination
catalyse the movement.
Freedom without purpose
Is the worst form of punishment
Photocredit : hengki_lee
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