My soul is restless,
Like a ship on the ocean,
Even with no harsh waves or strong currents,
The ship is always moving.
My soul cannot find a place to rest,
Not for long, it soon gets tired
And yearns to move on.
However, with all this drifting,
It still wishes for a home,
A place to settle where the ocean
Still rocks gently but,
Doesn\'t leave to continue its journey.
My soul is restless,
Yet, it wants a home.