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.
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