Wanderlust

Wanderlust welled within my heart at early age spirit smothered by small towns and even smaller spaces for my hopes, dreams, expectations So I traveled far, searching for a place with room to grow never knowing, understanding the “me” I longed to be was already growing, all along no matter where I went or whether I stayed or for how long... 'Til weary from my journey I settled in a suburb similar to the small towns where I grew up exhausted and grateful to be “home” But now I notice that everyone here wishes they were somewhere else Old folks crabbing about being too close to the city- too much crime Young folks crying about being too far from the city- nothing to look forward to here Miserable moping year after year wasting lives away with wanderlust denied when what they've been desperately longing for they already have inside