Vagabond in my head
Sneaking
Out the door, through the hall
To the land of ideas
But no need to creep or hide
Dear friend
Be free
Run, twirl, explore, see
Guide me to places far
Away from here
A pirate on the move
Resisting the groove
Finding life and excitement
In the imagination
No need to tame exploration
No need to harness inclinations
I want you to be free
Loving raw discovery
Be gone oh task masters
Sedentary routines
Bland labor
Crusty seams
Into the air you fly
Sweet Vagabond
Seeing what others may
Only find in books
But you write the story
You find joy in sitting
In solitude
In silence
For it is there the music begins
Vagabond in my head
Stay true
Despite the current
Cling to you
For there is beauty, light, life
Within the crevices
Of the imagination
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