I dream of roads that stretch unknown,
Of paths untouched, of seeds unsown,
A yearning stirs, a restless plea,
To flee, to roam, to break and be free.
But in the quiet, whispers say,
"Stay a while, don't turn away.
For in the waiting, you'll unfold,
A version of you yet untold."
I long to drift with winds untamed,
To leave behind what's known and named,
Yet deep within, a quiet call,
To watch myself rise, and never fall.
So I wander in my mind,
Not lost, but searching, intertwined,
Between the urge to fly and flee,
And the hope of who I'll learn to be.
For each step taken, slow or fast,
Is part of growingâme at last.
I yearn to know, to see, to find,
The future waiting in my mind.
And though the world may pull and tease,
I'll wait and grow, I'll find my ease.
For in escaping, I'll only miss
The journey that I'm meant to kiss.