In the autumn when the colors change,
Again it comes and expands its range.
That yearn,that urge,it draws me in,
To roam the earth and search within.
I go with it,how strange it seems.
For if I don't it churns and screams.
My goal is unbeknownst to me,
But the path is very plain to see.
I follow it with every stride.
It makes the course,I must abide.
The beckoning call of a siren's wail,
Can fill (with wind) a weak man's sail.
It can't be this,for I know I'm strong,
And it speaks to me but not in song.
It tells me truths I need to know,
And takes me where I need to go.
That yearn,that urge,that draws me in,
To roam the earth and search within,
It brings me back to try again.
Another chance,another start,
After opening my eyes,
By following my heart.