Has unquenchable wanderlust taken you places
You had never intended to see
Down paths of misadventure apart from your nature
Which separated your honor from reality
Has this old world and all its material treasures
Called you away from your home
Seducing you with the idea of instant gratification
Until you left stability and comfort to roam
Do you now find the need to focus on practicality
Your world to better understand
As you no longer wish to chase unrealistic ideals
While building straw houses on sand
Then take this moment of stillness and quiet your soul
Embrace the melody of your song
Turn your eyes inward to seek your balance
Be still and you will find home
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 6:31 PM UTC
Has unquenchable wanderlust taken you places
You had never intended to see
Down paths of misadventure apart from your nature
Which separated your honor from reality
Has this old world and all its material treasures
Called you away from your home
Seducing you with the idea of instant gratification
Until you left stability and comfort to roam
Do you now find the need to focus on practicality
Your world to better understand
As you no longer wish to chase unrealistic ideals
While building straw houses on sand
Then take this moment of stillness and quiet your soul
Embrace the melody of your song
Turn your eyes inward to seek your balance
Be still and you will find home
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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