Vagabond
I was not made for a house But was meant to run the fields like a free mouse For, the comfort may douse The fire that was meant to rouse The walls make me feel trapped I neither long for warmth to keep me wrapped Be it the hard ones made of stones Or the kind ones made of flesh & bones For the hard walls trap the body And kind walls trap the soul Today I want to trade it all You keep the comfort I ll take the bruises and hurt That comes with running hastily towards the world You take the conventional way And lone is what I choose to stay For what comes must leave some other day if not today You live around the pretty porches And I take the wild forest Towards which my heart scorches You take the dreamy chandeliers And i choose the moon that appears Every night the little lights wont suffice Since to me the stars entice And when we meet again I would love to hear your story About the house you nurtured into a home Maybe about it we could write a poem