3/8/20
Traveling
The road calls to me and I cannot ignore her
Like an echo in my mind
An ache in my chest
When in a house, I feel trapped by these walls
I cannot find what I want here
Longing in my room
I feel homesick for a home I do not have
But on the road
I feel wild and free
Sleeping in a different place every night
Always moving
Always changing
Running towards the hope to find me
The warmth in my heart greets me
On the road I feel at home
The weekend comes and off I go
Following the call
Driving hours
To cities I've never been
Getting lost in the streets of strangers
Once the noise of the big city with its twinkling lights becomes too much
Off to the mountains I go
Thick city air turns to a fresh crisp wind as I climb higher
Twisting and turning through the back roads
The voice is gone
As I live moment to moment
No worry about the past or future
The weekend flies by
Leaving me wanting more
As I dive back
To the place I'm supposed to call home
The voice returns
Along with the ache in my heart
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Thoughts Collected
PoesiaA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
