Insistent
It's always there…
Insistent
It’s always there…
Quiet and low…
It wants to know
when we will go
to distant lands
where home may be—
where we might find
stability.
I try to keep
its fears at bay;
it’s never bold
but loves to say
that we are not
where we should be—
it whispers so
insistently.
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