A desire to go north

to an ancient kingdom of myth


Beyond the map

at worlds end


A place undisturbed by time

where the mind  cannot be bothered


By the day to day stresses

of an insignificant existence


Where the snow is always soft

and the wind echos its song


Like shamballa, the mystery calls

you to the coordinates


To explore the possibility of the direction

you take


As you try to escape the captivity

of a heavy heart


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