The city is windy,
today.  
Certainly noisy, everyday,
Compared to my country life.

Tall buildings glimmer,
Streets boisterous with sounds  of people and machines.
Excitement!
Opportunity!
Urgency!

Country life, by comparison,  stiller,
Slo wer,
Ex pan sive.

Both are good
I tell myself.
I am still flexible,
I tell myself.

Then, verily it dawns on me,
with unfamiliar panic and relief,
that my stretching-bending days are over.

I want to ride
like the wind
to where my being has
despite itself,
taken root.
Where the nomad has
inadvertently pitched
A more permanent tent.

30 years after roaming
ill-suited ground
my Restless Soul
was cleverly tricked
to settle
where nature,
in all her glory
and quiet magnificence,
crowds the land.

Amen.

When things get settled
I start moving
It's the time to hit the trail
I take the chance to move along
by truck or car or rail

No ties to where I'm leaving
Where I'm headed
I don't know
But, when things start feeling settled
I know it's time for me to go

Friends, not many
Family...nope
Relationships...they don't exist
I only live on hope
I'm not around one place too long
i know the time to go
I've said goodbye so many times
I forgot how to say hello

Images of long ago
A father was not there
He'd leave when we were not around
Off to who knows where

I've seen so many broken hearts
I stopped counting at fourteen
I don't even try to know
The broken hearts I've seen

Friends, not many
Family...nope
Relationships...they don't exist
I only live on hope
I'm not around one place too long
i know the time to go
I've said goodbye so many times
I forgot how to say hello

I'm lonely, but I'm not alone
I'm by myself inside my head
I've memories of loves I've lost
got too close, so then I fled

I don't want to be a number
Just added to the list
I don't care to even try to count
The lips I've never kissed

Friends, not many
Family...nope
Relationships...they don't exist
I only live on hope
I'm not around one place too long
i know the time to go
I've said goodbye so many times
I forgot how to say hello
I've said goodbye so many times
I forgot how to say hello

Night is called Evening
an Evening,
Evening of the scores.
Matters settled
Wrongs made right
In cover of the dark,
but never brought to light.

I know what it'd be
There'd be earl grey and coffee
Bedtime and tea
And an old loved sofa
And there'd be you
And me
That's what we'd be

Two dogs by the hearthside
You'd hum sleepily
And there would be a fire
And photos in our farm
Our haven
By the sea
That's where we'd be

There'd be a rug by my feet
And I'd cook every night
And sometimes you'd drink
And sometimes we'd fight
And you'd always win
But I wouldn't mind
Because, most nights,
Some nights,
You'd lie beside me.

Settled
That's what we'd be.

Part of me likes what could be
But part of me has
Seen the inside of a tornado
And part of me
Loves in the heart of the sea

That part of me realises
That although you and I
Could be you
I would never now be me

So that future shall stay as
Just what could be.