Traveler at heart

I am a traveler at heart.

I wonder how the world looks through other's eyes.

I hear the music of lost cultures.

I see the plane waiting to depart.

I want to give in, to my wanderlust.

I am a traveler at heart.

I pretend that I am a gypsy.

I feel like it's time to ditch this town.

I touch my hand to the other and pray.

I worry about getting stuck in the same place.

I cry because the days pass too slowly.

I am a traveler at heart.

I understand life is like a dream.

I say everyday is a gift.

I dream on leaving this suburban nightmare.

I try to be an idealist.

I hope my dreams become reality.

I am a traveler at heart.