Restless... Poem by david lessard

I want to get away, to where the air is brisker,
To where the mountains climb the sky -
To where the the mind is frisker,
and the eagle and the condor fly.

I want to walk in some forsaken spot,
that doesn't draw a crowd -
to where a battle's never fought,
and I can laugh out loud.

To where the river's swiftly running,
to where the silence fills the wood -
to where the renegades are sunning,
It all would do this heart some good.

The vagabond in me is crying,
To wander where I feel at home -
The gypsy's blood in me is sighing,
To get out of where I am, and roam.

The will to go is getting stronger,
and my feet are restless to begin -
I cannot sit around much longer,
To do so would be to me a sin.

So I'll be off, you can bet on that,
I'll soon be out in that empty space -
I'll just grab my coat and hiking hat,
Don't look for me, there is no trace.