It's not easy,
living a life where you fit in everywhere;
but belong nowhere.
It's not easy,
living with your mind and your body
and a restless heart.
I'm a gypsy. A wanderer. A vagabond.
I have no home.
Surround me with trees and I'll be comfortable enough.
I have no anchor.
No one to keep my heart safe from harm.
I have no ties.
I love people dearly, but expect to be forgotten.
Though all of this pushes me forward, I'm still trapped...
I have no course.
I often think about value and worth.
My own value and worth.
If I have no port, why keep a ship?
What's my purpose if I have no bonds?
Perhaps it's not worth it.
Maybe Gaia doesn't need me.
Maybe I'm not in her plan.
I could just disappear.
Yet I know I can't.
I can't extinguish the light.
I have a calling. I can feel it.
Yet knowledge is often a curse.
I wish I didn't know better,
Life would be so much easier.
I know too much, think too much.
There's work to be done.
Yet I'm left frustrated and unsatisfied;
unaware of my task.
I cry out, but my Romany is heard by few,
understood by fewer.
So I continue to stray, drift,
do what I can to feel...
to feel.
I want to help, Gaia, my people.
I want to extinguish the darkness I see
creeping through the roots,
seeping through our pores.
Extinguish it before it eats everything
that makes life beautiful.
Perhaps this is why I must wander.
My task is too great.
It cannot be accomplished in stagnation.
I must be free.
My home is Gaia.
My heart beats with the pulse of her swelling tides.
This is amazing. "If I have no port, why keep a ship?" is probably one of my favorite lines I've ever read. It's really cool. You have a really great style. I also like the length. It seems longer than your usual and it's nice to see you trying something new =) It flowed great. Nothing seemed rushed and it ended perfectly.
ReplyDeleteP.S. the title is really cool too!