Literature
Roaming
Though I am where I should be,
There's something still inside of me;
It pulls, it tugs, it challenges,
It tests, it bests, it damages.
Roaming thoughts and wandering eyes,
Captivated by the possibility.
Straying fancy and fancy free,
But this is where I'm meant to be.
Resources at my disposal,
This lifestyle is disposing of me.
Meant to live in the moment,
Mine is someone else's.
Roaming thoughts and wandering eyes,
Captivated by the possibility.
Straying fancy and fancy free,
But this is where I'm meant to be.
What do you do
When being pulled from the stage
But you're already well into the second act?