tumble weeds

Not sure where "home" is anymore.  The usual places feel suspect; it occurs to me there are advantages to this, some stirring tumble weeds inside me wanting to ride the updrafts and roll through ghost towns.  The whole idea of "rooted-ness" has lost its appeal.  Why not just "Stay Calm and Tumble On"?  What's the worst that can happen?  There are no advantages to playing it safe, so far as I can tell, and no one needs to know my coordinates.  We have come to the end of another set of syllabi, literally and figuratively.  

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