Gypsy Soul
How do you know that you have found home. Do you see it in their eyes or is it the smell that guides you where you ought to belong! Could it be something they wrote or said?!
Will you ever sense that this is it, escaping no more or escape is the only fate there is.
When do you feel that you are finally here, where only wonderful first-times waited for you. No long, forlorn, cold hallways with no one waiting at the end.
Who’s to say that this is the right thing. Who’s to assure you that they’ll sing the same song, out of note and awkwardly spelled, but sincerely felt.
The truth is, there is no such thing. No guarantee that this will always be.
You’re a gypsy soul, the road is your only home. The dark sky and the cold asphalt will keep you company, sometimes a warm wind will give you a gentle embrace, and other times a shy crescent will watch over you, perhaps even care for you but that will be it. You can’t aspire for more.
