A Short Poem About Travelling

The road lies before me
and I am not prepared.
My feet are not hardened
my heart is not set.
My maps are not marked
and my friends have not been notified.

Nothing is in place for my trip ahead.
I am not ready.
Everything is exactly as it should be.

Time to go.

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About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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