This is not where I belong I belong far, far away Back to nature, to the peaceful sky Flirty wind, dirty… dusty… dry!
The patient seashore With the vindictive waves The instigating moon The hypnotic daze
The soaked shiver By the unrelenting clouds The clay at my feet Doing the mother proud
The white miracle Atop immovable rocks And caves, oh the caves Barely revealing the mystery locked
Every crook, every bend has a tale to tell If only I would clear my mind And with my soul hear The melody that my being unwinds
When in solitude I sit in such places I feel I can touch eternity If I hold out my hand And Eternity could touch me.
I realize, then, that my place is near. Right where society disappears My vagabond heart heeds to no logic Its only wanderlust that it holds dear