A (probably sub-par) poem that I wrote about my life while on a 6-hour cross-country flight.
As I get older
I look more forward to coming home
But as well
I look more forward to going to places unknown
My heart will never be whole
I leave a piece of it with each person I meet
And each place I go
My feet are restless
And roots tend not to grow
I am told one day
I will get tired
And old
I will want to settle
And stop
The lifestyle I lead cannot survive
But until the day I become discontent
With the constant movement
And restless soul
I will continue
Continue
To be on the move
Continue
Down the road
Continue
Until my roots want to grow
Can We Go Please? 