Wanderer

[jade72]

I have that itch again. To do something great. That itch I get in my feet, that tells me I'm meant to be doing something. But, of course I don't know what that is. I just want to do it. I don't care, let's go and worry about the other stuff later. God, I hate feeling like this and have nothing to do.

Across the gently rolling hills,
Beyond high mountain peaks,
Along the shores of distant seas,
There's something my heart seeks.

But there's no peace in wandering,
The road's not made for rest.
And footsore fools will never know,
What home might suit them best.

But, oh, the things that I have seen,
The secret paths I've trod,
The hidden corners of the world
Known to none but me and God.

Yes, the world was meant for knowing,
And feet were meant to roam.
But one who's always going
Will never find a home.

Oh, where's the thread that binds me,
The voice that calls me back?
Where's the love that finds me--
And what's the root I lack?

My heart seeks the hearth,
My feet seek the road.
A soul sso divided
Is a terrible load.

My heart longs to rest,
My feet yearn to roam.
Shall I wander the world
Or stay safe at home?

- Song of the Wanderer