Around

Sudden desperate need to prove

That I am me no matter where

Wanderlust; and whither to?

Soldiers wrought of biting wind

The Eastern cold, the northern frost

To weather snow and trials and sins. 
Or boiling heat and thousand suns,

Wretched sands and desert dunes. 

Forests dull or glaciers sharp

I desperately wish to escape this room. 

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