on learning.

vagabond
this bohemian curse of restlessness
forever forward
forever through
search and find and desire
take what I can
what I will
what I need
and move on
move forward
move backward
sewing seeds
but never roots
always wanting more and more and
more
always more
it’s never enough
but it’s just enough
to keep the journey
alive
constant desire
for change of pace
for different faces
tire easily, lay down for rest
settle for the daybreak
build a shelter
something stable
but its never home
always someone else’s sky
holding someone else’s stars
some nights they seem so close
so tangible
reach out
and grab air
great in theory
never in practice
muscles tighten
strengthen
define
redefine
will never be used
for better
for more
search and search
for something familiar
for something that fits
judgemental stares
as wrinkles deepen
mistaken for undriven
home is never here
it’s always up ahead
around the corner
somewhere beyond
the desire to hold it all
to see it all
to feel every last feeling
overcomes
and everythin always amounts
to nothing
just another move
in no direction
my home
does not exist
does not exist
does not exist.