I looked up at stars, I looked cross the sea,
Yearning for the distant and strange.
I just couldn't feel "at home" at home,
But dreamed of the wide open range.
At last I left and crossed the sea,
Tho' I never got to the stars.
I rode the range on eighteen wheels,
Haunted diners and dives and bars.
I'm just not cut from a normal bolt,
Nor sewn in the common style.
I'm happiest when I'm far from home,
And just come back for a while.
It's not the people, the places, or things,
That cause me to move along.
I cannot explain how the stars and the sea,
Sing to me with a Siren's song.
I've got to go tho' I just got here,
I will miss you as soon as I go.
I'm happiest when I'm outward bound,
In a way others never will know.
Most need the hearth and home and heart,
In a place all bounded and set.
I just need a map and a road that leads,
To a place I haven't been yet.
Copyright 7/14/2012 by Donovan Baldwin