Nomad
I wander because I belong nowhere
Can’t put roots down
When I’m low on spares
I’ll just drive one or two towns
Just go where the wind blows
Migrate from home to home
Permanent residence is not meant for me
I’m built to roam
Run free, maybe turn the lights on
Get to know myself better than before
Better in a car then somewhere unknown
I’m used to shifting floors
I grant myself less
Let my efforts go for free
Give till I have nothing left
It’s my way of trying to make my plea
Now I’m drowning in the rivers I keep jumping
I’m wearing so many faces
I don’t really know which one to be
They all seem empty to me
Stay and make me believe
For once someone is fighting for me
Don’t know how many more I can see leave
I can’t be friends with disappointment, can’t you see
Copyright © Madeleine Loggia | Year Posted 2017
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