gypsy song

i am always traveling. feeling the rhythms of the wind. unattached to anything or anyone. is this freedom-or madness? i roam the forests in search of the intimate and catch a glimpse of the real self. do i truly exist? or is all a mirage? i seek access to you, need to fill the innermost you…need to understand what lies within your depths. your beauty is infinite, your depths bottomless. the further i seek the less i know. sometimes i just relax and let the song overtake me. the gypsy song, so rhythmic in its cadence. not a lulluby. perhaps a promise. a promise of better days, of hardships conquered, or youth untethered. can you hear the song i sing?-or do you find my words to be mere illusion?


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