My heart beats hollow and I crave a journey
an unknown land and strangers for friends
children at my feet and more lovers than I can count
and a tent in the woods.
The warmth of this sun is superficial, I know
Like being in your arms after a long day at work
without you even asking how it's been.
And I grow tired of orbiting around you,
tired of spinning like a dervish
tired of the dogma of you.
I crave mountains, deserts and beaches,
and places you would never set foot.
But most of all I crave me,
beneath the weight of someone else.