Wander

Wander

Wanderlust,

why will you not 

let my weary soul rest?

The journey has been long...

every mile a test

My heart is aching,

my mind torn asunder.

I do not wish to leave

and once again begin

to wander.

From shore to shore;

to this hearth and that..

Leaving behind all that's known

for an empty road and occasional shack.

I wish to have a hearth and fire

of mine own;

and a family to share it with...

Not to be left all alone

to wonder what it would be like 

to have a home.