Personal borders

The lounge dream around my feet
Is thick and solid
And keeps annoyances and doubts
at bay.
I draw it each day
But vanishes during the day
Under the lightning of others.
The market is sometimes hard to find
In the big bag.

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Travel alone

O tired myself today
Punching the reality
To move it further.
They border is now distant
But almost visible
with my half-closed eyes.
The luggage is ready for tomorrow.

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