my heart is weary,
of this place,
this life,
these memories.
i need to leave--
maybe if i go looking for adventure,
i'll find myself
in the snow-capped peak of mountain ranges,
in the stillness of a starry night,
in the deepness of the wilderness,
in the solitude.
because until I find myself,
i can't find anyone else--
i can't be of any help to anyone
until i know myself.
but trudging through this life,
with its monotony and its schedules and its routines,
is only making my soul more and more weary.
i need to journey and wander--
sing from the tops of the golden mountains
and in the lowest, darkest valleys,
until i find who i am,
else i'll be forever weary.
