Fugitive

Running away from home
Is easy
In search of identity
The boundaries broken seem flimsy
The thresholds crossed, too many
Taking the unbeaten path
When you know too well to blunder
Seem hip;
And then,
You gain
You win
Lucky stars twinkling between
Your crossed fingers
At least for a while…
But the point of return
If it ever comes

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