My nomadic soul soars wild and free,
any other way, and it wouldn't be me.
I let my spirits rise high above to the sky,
not needed to know if I return , when and why.
This is me, my restless feet and beating heart,
not one without the other, not a separate part.
I cannot stop, the road is calling,
I ain't stopping until the sky is falling.
I am not meant to stay still and grow roots,
as I have these wanderer's boots.
Anneli Laulumaa
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