As I watch others travel to and fro I find my life appears sedentary.
My spirit longs to venture into distant lands which scream my name.
New sights, sounds, and smells.
A busy street,
or secluded plain.
A city great,
A town small.
I am intrigued by all.
I'll flip through pages of books
That reveal beauty through out the world.
Leaving my world feeling far enough to be another.
I long for adventure!
To journey beyond the black top,
and dance among the wild flowers.
A free sprit, trapped.
Dying to break out.
I crave so much more then the life I lead.

A photograph may be worth a thousands words,
But an experience is worth millions.