I am at home on the road
Moving from place to place
Never setting any roots
Always setting my own pace
Stability not meant for me
Always changing and learning
Moving to my own drumbeat
My desire always yearning
But exploration never waits
And adventure always calls
Demanding every free moment
Go to its rises and falls
What I give up might seem a loss
But I deem it worth the price
The comfort of a cozy home
Traded for variety and spice
Always seeking something more
Never finding satisfaction
Always chasing some new life
And never gaining traction.
The world always showing me
Some tiny hidden treasure
Is worth much more to me
Than one place can ever measure.
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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Oooo, this was very exciting and adventurous! Loved your poem!