I’ve left on a journey,
I’m not sure where to,
But I think I’ll find it
Or it’ll find me.
I’m hoping to find a pair of long legs
In my bed,
A pair of four-legged fur balls
I’ll call my kiddos,
And a breathtaking view.
Either with white sand
between my toes,
Or the smell of pine,
As I make my climb to the summit.
Money is nice,
But my heart beats
For the small things.
The marinated rib-eye you crave every Friday,
The loud laughs over draft beers,
The set of curves you keep for yourself.
The starlit sky on a cool night.
I think I’ll get lost along the way,
Likely, a little more than a lot,
But that’s okay, my dear,
Because I know I’ll find it.
I just can’t lose the fire,
That I’ve been feeding
For longer than I can