I long to travel, to hit the open road & just go.
I yearn for this so much that it's a constant tugging at my Soul.
I stand still tho,
legs firmly planted in the goo & muck of fear,
that if I leave I will somehow lose the ones that I hold dear.
My children full grown now can't be packed up & dragged along- I believe that would be called hostage taking
regardless of the reasons I'd be making.
Swear I must've been a gypsy in a past lifetime, cuz I’m never quite comfortable when not in constant motion but then I think it all thru and realization sets in again that I would miss my babies so much it would break me completely.
Torn between my Heart & Soul, confusion begins again,
because I just want them both to Win.
You probably could guess I love this, a good gypsy rhyme hits home every time!
Beautiful….i can totally relate.