And who can blame me
for such wanderlust,
none of this is my fault,
I carry it deep in my chest,
my heart pumps hard,
it's genetic.

I come from along line of fierce nomads,
who blew like grains of sand
over the endless dunes
of never never lands.

They were dreamers too.
Scorched by the sun
tested by hellfire,
some were liars,
lied to protect the bloodline
from unsavory foes.

And did you know
we breathed the same air
as Caesar & Alexander & Genghis
& lesser warriors.