“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.”
My heart longs for somewhere I’m not,
To see the world beyond famed landmarks,
Exploring the beauty of its unnoticed birthmarks.
My heart longs to simply roam,
A lost nomad wandering the roads,
A curious traveler knowing no home.
My heart will one day find itself a home,
To settle down in its dark and comforting cove,
Of a shelter carefully assembled of wood and stone.