Nobody belongs anywhere –
Everyone is a wanderer,
Roaming the lands,
Settling down for a while,
But never quite,
For the call of the open,
The call of the wild,
Is far too exciting
To let go of –
And so we uproot ourselves,
And go on,
Nomadic to the very core,
Of our wandering selves,
Trusting we will belong,
For a fleeting breath,
On the land we tread.