The Next Stop
With my baggage’s packed,
My mind wrapped,
My eyes are asking
Where is my next stop?
With my mission backed,
My courage lacked,
My heart is saying,
Where is my next stop?
With my plan hacked,
My desire smashed,
My curiosity is beeping,
Where is my next stop?
With my Journey clashed,
My movement dashed,
My toes are asking.
Where is my next stop?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This leaves one to question or as little one simple answer, there is no place like home...lol. Take care. Scott