I'll travel no more
at last my mind
has decided to return home
after its excursions to so many
unknown worlds.

Time to stay in
to reflect.

There should only be
one known world--no other-
that of my own is large enough
to contain all known continents--

my past rambling was a folly-
a thousand times I might traverse
over some foreign ground or shore
and yet return empty-handed
for I've left with thoughts
already imposed upon myself

the misled willing of self
the seed of its discontent
and potential destruction
that which is locked in
cannot see itself out  
deadlocked!

Over arid deserts
the heat scotched
my skin--it peeled
me like an onion
with knife-like cuts
I bled
in pain
my suffering
I couldn't understand

the arctic winds
as though seeking revenge
showed no mercy
my eyes they blinded
I was a helpless victim
at every bend.

I'll travel no more
there's nothing
for me to know
beyond myself

in such simple
and humble acceptance
I'm renewed and reborn
I need not venture
into another shore.