#1953-Search

The world,

Is so very big.

Many places,

I’ll never see.

So some days,

I stare at maps,

Dreaming of escapades,

Far and wide.

When nighttime arrives,

And in bed I lay,

I often pray,

In my own way.

It brings me peace,

Seeing at last,

That this lonely,

Deserted road,

Feels right.