There have been too many planes
flying off and never landing again.
I used to be the one always in the sky
but now I’m here on earth
and I’ve known my loneliness since birth.
There have been too few cars
staying parked in my driveway.
I used to be the one roaming the wilderness
but now I’m here in this city,
questioning what home is.
There have been too many friends leave;
gone without looking back.
I used to be the one who left
but now I’m here
looking at their footprints in the dust
and wondering why it’s so daunting
to stay instead of wander off