Away

A dream.

I long to leave this place
This land of my birth, my home
I've grown tired of the sights
And the people, still
But despite that I haven't seen all that this
Land of my birth, my home has to offer
I still long to go
To cross steel-grey waters and sail to
Distant shores
I want to visit the abbeys of England
And the sea-side cliffs of France
I want to wander the hinterlands of Sweden
And the black forests of Germany
I long to brave the winters in Iceland
And sit on Ireland's shores
I long to see all of these places
And more, still
This wanderlust is powerful
And cannot be shaken
I long to see all of these places
And travel and roam far
And, perhaps, one day
Return to this land of my birth,
My home