The best things come in small packages
And just like wine, some women get better and better with age
The little urban dweller calls out to the thirsty traveller in you
And you’ve still many a mile to go, for the restlessness grows
Until you find your ‘home’…
A toothy smile, a girlie nod, a few words sprayed across the table
And you’re right back in your teens [who said you were in your 30s]
Brace yourself; the time capsule is in overdrive
So buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, cuz Kansas is goin’ bye-bye
And you’ve still many a mile to go, for the restlessness grows
Until you find your ‘home’…
Stonewaller on a solo trip, you can afford cruelty [even if it means deprivation]
Precise with your words yet painfully vague with your dreams & aspirations
The two little fish have set off in opposite directions
Conflicting & confusing,but it’s only the effervescent Piscean in you
And you’ve still many a mile to go, for the restlessness grows
Until you find your ‘home’…
A distinct Stoicism in your voice, alternating with the playful ‘epicurean’ touch
Tough as nails, soft as a feather
Aphrodite, where’s the antidote? [Who needs it anyways]
To all the thrills and frills that go about making you what you are
And you’ve still many a mile to go, for the restlessness grows
Until you find your ‘home’…
Moments of solitude, you desire
Caught in your little personal space warp, beside the fire
The hands of time stay still, yet drifting away aimlessly as if into nowhere
But why do you need to be somewhere
When right here, right now is just fine, somehow!
And you’ve still many a mile to go, for the restlessness grows
Until you find your ‘home’…
Don’t bury your wit, but do dry your tears
Keep smiling for the day, and face your greatest fears
Spread titters of laughter, distract yourself from ire and unwelcome desire
Never hesitate to quench the unforgettable fire (within you)
And you’ve still many a mile to go, for the restlessness grows
Until you find your ‘home’…
