Onism is wanting to be everywhere
but knowing you're trapped in one location
It's really not enough
to go on a vacation
I feel destined to travel
without knowing my destination
My whole body trembles
along with the roar of any station
the silence of a bus stop
the calamity of a terminal
the rocking of a ship dock
the feeling of a criminal
Joy of christmas morning
I'd trade my presents for a ticket
cruise to new adventures
hop around and find a place to kick it

For the time being I'm anchored
held back by a physical grasp
To everyone who's somewhere else
"What's it like?" is what I'd ask

i the wild seed blew in my youth
floating on the comfort of any wind
that would carry me high for a broader view
and a little closer to answers of truth.

no direction is sometimes a beautiful thing
responsible for what only concerns you
not landing long enough in soft sweet earth
to put down roots that always longed to grow.

i had dreams of a constant love to put seed into
but the high winds blowing outside roared like the sea
enticing me to be carried on the easy breeze
but the easy way is often a cold hard rain.

the wild seed was called by the high winds
blowing inside warming me with wanderlust
caught between two lovers was never a hard choice
because the high wind was my first love.

i blew thousands of miles and light years away
landed in the soft sweet earth of a girl
a childhood sweetheart often remembered
partly the reason I blew in that direction.

the seed lingered too long in one place
the roots got a foothold in the soft sweet earth
the high winds tried to pull up the roots
causing pain in me and the soft sweet earth.

the germination of the seed caused more pain
seed to maturity isn't the easy way
each stage causing new dimensions of pain
though pain can also be the sweetness of love.

through decades and millions of light years
I have grown in that soft sweet earth
two more seeds and deeper love stemmed from it
as I ignored the tempting lure of the high winds.

but I still listen as the high winds call
sharing this pain with the ones I love
waiting to one day fly high as I once did
though it could never be the same as before.

she too was a wild seed flirting with higher winds
now waiting with me to one day fly again
as we watch our children sail in their high winds
both of us feeling the roots being pulled
and the winds starting to lift us to blow concordantly 
in a higher wind than either of us have ever known.

I have this dream
In my mind,
That I will leave
This town with the one.

We will head west,
We will stop everywhere
And anywhere.
Take our time.

Live.

We will spend hours
In endless flower beds
In mossy forests
In crystal clear waters

We will drive and
Listen to every type
Of song,
New and known.

Yes, there will be arguments.
Nothing is perfection,
But I believe we will come close.

As the wind rushes
through our hair
We will be free,
And full of forgiveness.

We will visit new towns,
Make legendary memories.
Watch the lights of skyscrapers
As one by one, they go out.

Visit vintage diners
On the side of the road,
Learn everything
about each other.

For wanderlust has filled me,
And I dream
That we will be nomads
One day.

The coolest get cooler by the second,
The hot will make your heart melt.

The poetry is deeper when it's heartfelt..

The angry send a vibe to make the earth shake,
The depressed make you pity..

The sad will make you wonder why?

How do these different people bloom in the city?

Smalltowner’s with ambition no one believes in,
The humble great waiting for his door to open..
With no confidence to kick it in and play his token.

This game was made for all of us to play and win,
At some point..

Too many knowers and thinkers,
But no one begins.

As the dusk kissed the dawn
the moon starts to shy away
fireflies replace the stars
lovely birds start a lively hum
gradually waking up the sleeping sun

Slowly the flowers will flourish
waiting for the first sunbeam
that will pass thru the dashing trees
inside the pale green mountain
where unfathomable beauty hides

Soon as the moon bid goodnight
cold day air is born
perfect for the orange juice sky
dancing clouds will make a way
for the mighty sun to show its might

The first strike of the light
turns everything into emerald green
the energy is renewed
and the mountain is proud
for the wonder it holds will be seen

The bushes, the trees
the insects, the animals
the flowers, the grass
the rocks, the pebbles
all live in harmony

Didn’t know such beauty exist
wonders of nature truly a gift
And only those sucker for beauty
will dare to find, such places
where magic lies