over there

Written by: Wesley Evans

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.