For the lost ones…
For the nomadics…
For the wanderers…
How to describe?
This weird dynamic with some people?
This love-hate relationship with some places?
Running, Running
Living fast, sprinting through
Concrete jungle, difficulty breathing truth
All your life, forced to move, drift, uproot
Strong current underneath, tear and pull
Just want to stay still, closer to the wild
Be with your peace, be with your crowd
Yet you remain, hesitant to go
For reasons out of control, or reasons unknown
Laughters and tears, memories rewind.
Unaware, engraved within, not by choice though
Unexpectedly, upon darkest nights fall.
It heals you, soothes your mind
Relax your body, make you fine
Feeling of home, of travel back in time
Warm on a cold night
Summer breeze upon home ride
Road shimmer blind sight
Heat wave alcoholic high
Peace away from limelight
To where you soul resides
It says home is –
Never about a place, or blood
Never about thrill, or facade
It’s a feeling you know when you know
And the ones who give you more and give it all
