Jetlag, plus a questioning mind and a world full of possibilities; a poem makes.
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Relentlessly restless
I lay awake
Awaiting
What; unknown
When; unclear
How; the most elusive of all
Most time is clear and calm
A small, still lake
But the rariety that is unrest
Occupies vast oceans
Corners of the conscious
No longer evading invasion;
Lit by harsh looks
Where comfort is lost
Freedom is found
Wake
Waiting
Relentless restlessness