The cost of travel.
It’s hard to put your finger on the feeling
to reason out that little empty space.
You always said you knew that you would travel
and your soul was drawn to more than just one place.
You’ve watched the sun go down on foreign landscapes
You’ve seen the desert glow on moonlit nights
You’ve walked in lands renowned in song and story
And your mind’s a treasure trove of wondrous sights.
The journeys that you took have made you wiser
you learnt so many lessons on the way.
The heat and dust, the strange beliefs, the wonders
But still there is no place that you would stay.
And now when you come back to where you started
Your children grown, your mother’s hair turned grey,
The circle that you left has closed behind you
your old friends now have nothing left to say.
So, hidden deep within your dark subconscious
You know that though you made the world seem small
That when you left your home you left your people,
And that’s the biggest sacrifice of all.
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