Here I am
Stuck in a motel
Wishing that I wasn't
All by myself.
Home is much better,
It's where I prefer,
Instead of stuck here
Out on the road.
It leads me to wonder
How a muscian makes it
Living out on the road
So much of their life.
As much as the wanderlust
Fills up my life
I still need an anchor
A place to call home.
Instead I am stuck here
Out on the road
About twenty-four hours
From home.
4 comments:
I could have gone out of town yet again today. I chose to stay HOME. I needed to feel that anchor for a little while.
yipes I feel your pain
Amen brother! Amen!
Hope you make it home soon, Poet!
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