All my bags are packed
I am wearing my runner shoes
To tread on the roads unknown
I don’t know what trees grow there
What birds inhabit those lands
I aint got no idea about people there, what are they like
I aint know nothing
And that makes it enchanting
The uncertainty of all of it
In uncertainty of all sprouts new wonderful possibilities
The seeds of my experiences are nurtured here
I drag along my suitcases to the new roads
Roads I have never travelled
The tar and the charcoal beneath my feet feels creaky
I walk a thousand steps
I made friends with the mountain dog
He told me stories that were never told
Of ghosts and trolls that house those mountains
I feed the dogs left over bits of biscuits
He told me he had not eaten for fifty years
I pat him on the head
He told me more stories that are better left untold
The sky above me lit up to million stars
Each shining brilliantly like the lantern in huts of my village
I hear the werewolves howling
As if preparing for a new gang of wars
I tumbled into a slumber
But the black dog does not sleep
He got to guard the woods
Night is a playground of many animals and mosquitoes and insects
They come out in the dark, make noises, play and kill and mate
The forest otherwise silent is buzzing with their mischievous sounds
In my dream, I heard a leaf curling close to my ear and whisper softly
Leave the jungle
Your bags are packed
Your shoes still not torn, Run Run and Run
A ray of morning light meandering its way through the pine trees
Caress my face like the hands of my grandmother
I know I must wake up
I must go to new roads
For all my bags are packed
I am wearing my runner shoes
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