Delicious love of self
Drown like a fine wine
Find the freedom of the sky
The road presents itself while traveling
No need to look for it
Believing in the journey
The destination will always be one of delight


Behind me,
I look behind
And I see, as always
My home; of course, my home

I look toward adventure
But, of course, I know
Adventure is exhilarating
Home is comfort

And, though I do enjoy
The travels and travails
I always begin
To miss familiarity