Since I was young,
I always dreamed of travel
I would fantasize about climbing Mt. Everest
Feeling the stinging cold of the wind hitting my face
I would fantasize about studying with the monks of Thailand
Learning how they spiritually survive
And find peace
Once I was in high school,
I protested to everyone that I needed to get away
I needed distance from my hometown
To get out of the bubble of the religion
That ran the town I grew up in
I felt high school was like being trapped in a cage
Fighting my way towards the light at the end of the tunnel
Like a prisoner, serving a 12 year sentence
Using nothing but a plastic spoon from the cafeteria
Digging myself deeper into a hole
That I knew would lead to freedom
My first year of college wasn’t any better
I learned the hard way that money really is
The only way to survive this world
And boy, it’s not easy to come by.
And no matter how hard I tried,
Something would happen to take it away
Today, I’ve done my own share of travel
I’ve gone from coast to coast of the United States
I’ve gone to California to experience the laid back community
And really become a pro on my surfing slang
I’ve gone to New York City to see how magical the city can really be
But also how easily it can take your spirits away
Today, I’m living back at home
Like I said before, money doesn’t come easy
And I still want to get away, live somewhere else and travel
Put a distance between my family and me
My religion and me
My friends and me
My past and me
But no matter how hard I try to fight it
There really is nothing
Like being back home.