Over There

Distant ridges beckon Shrouded valleys call. Restless as always I sit Hemmed in by unseen walls. What causes a man to wander, Gives him that urge to roam? Is this a force universal That pulls one from their ideal home? The perfect family that loves us, Friends, a home - we have it all. Still the longing within endures. Shadows of thought, feelings recalled. How does one battle this inner-nomad, Change what was born so long ago? Do we even bother fighting, Surrender and leave what we know? Distant ridges beckon Shrouded valleys call. Restless as always I sit Hemmed in by unseen walls.