Most nights I lie awake,
Pondering where else in the world I could be.
Wishing I was a snowy dove,
Able to fly where the sun never sets.
In my dreams, I can climb the highest mountains
And dive into the deepest seas.
My brain has never understood
How to be content in the same place.
I am restless.
I was born for bigger things than this town.
As much as I love my small corner of this huge world.
I have an urge to leave.
My feet never stop itching,
To take flight and leave the bleakness behind.
One day I will take off,
And perhaps never return.