9 moves in 8 years.
In one place I laid down roots
But they were torn up by another c*nt landlord
But then, I was never destined for a boring life

I always felt that.

Adventures and misadventures
Tornadoes and rollercoasters
Love affairs and melodramas
Foreign lands and languages
Toes in forbidden territories
Showing off forbidden fruits.
Cutting ties and spinning high
Dancing through and charging in
Pausing for a stifling breath
Convincing myself of safe untruths
Drowning in the comfort of
Another's arms or four brick walls
Till, wings repaired with itching feet
She sweeps me off to lands unknown
Ruffling feathers with a warm wind.

I feel it may be time again.