Forced To a Halt

What is the pain that I feel when I reminisce about a long time ago? It feels like a pinch … a bruise … a slow death in motion. Who can try to comprehend the message within the flow? Who can fly over the moon and despite the tempest bring the potion? I thought it would be easy … I would just cross the sea. Pushed by ambitions, my life would take its place, A bit like in a dream, I would adjust to thee. As a piece of puzzle, fall right into my place. Oh, so wrong was I! Oh so torn I became! My yearning for adventure suddenly fell apart. “No more moving around” would soon become my name! As I slowly lose sight … as I slowly depart.