why are you always going somewhere
what have you forgotten, what is your fear
How have you become this person
obsessed with moving fiercely
Through time and space a yaught lost at sea
seeking yourself searching for spirituality
never finding anything but isolated islands
once inhabited then abandoned
By people like you, that just couldn't stand it
Into canoes to leave behind the land that
once sustained their endearing brains
Onto the waves, water from the rain
To bigger islands on a settler's track
why are you never satifsfied with where it is at
So new places, new abodes new towns and roads
carrying those old beliefs inside your load
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