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I rest not, ’tis best not, the world is a wide one—
And, caged for an hour, I pace to and fro;
I see things and dream things and plan while I’m sleeping,
I wander for ever and dream as I go.

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For my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways,
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low;
I’m at home and at ease on a track that I know not,
And restless and lost on a road that I know.

-- Henry Lawson, "The Wander-Light"