So young, with an old soul
Your sense of humanity tells me you have lived many lives
You yearn for the moon and each bright burning star in the sky
You turn to the universe for answers when things keep you up at night
You stand next to me in equal marvel at the oncomimg adventure a passing train will soon forgo
You wonder, as I do, who else will watch the train in awe and envy, wondering what lies ahead
Home is where you shed your light
You are home to many people
Yet, as we are mesmerized by this passing train, there is a deep desire to go with it
With no particular destination in mind
Home is in the comfort of 4 walls or on a train going anywhere but here
As long as the sun comes up and the stars are present when we look up at night, then we are where we are meant to be
You are my four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have