Thursday, January 23, 2020

Finding Home



Finding Home
By R.e. Taylor

He doesn’t want to be where he is
Staying in one place too long
The boredom comes quickly
And he knows there is so much out there
So much that he hasn’t seen
So much he has to see
So, planes, trains and automobiles
They become his life
He sees everyplace he wants to see
And ends up where he wants to be
Somewhere he can call home

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