I travel down the road and wonder
what I've left behind.
I think of where I'm heading and
I wonder if its true,
if the path that is my life
is really leading me to you.
Surely there is something more.
If not home, well then where?
And why is it I can't forget
the sweet smell of your hair?
I long to be completely free,
my life to put on hold.
And sample all there is to see
before I grow too old.
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