Rotations

Where o where do I want to be, these edges of town are pulling at me as is the desire to just be free sometimes I'm unsure what it is I need. Every time the seasons change I feel the push to rearrange, some think this constant shift is strange as I move from sea to mountain range. It's hard for me to just stay home, always taken by the need to roam and churn still water into foam, so cramped within a comfortable dome. I need new scenes to fuel my words so all the voices can be heard, no matter how gentle or absurd they must unfold like wings of a bird. Parts of me just want out they prick my skin and scream and shout, wondering what this is all about, just longing for life without a doubt. So occasionally it helps to just re-group when thoughts spin my mind like a hoola-hoop I get caught up in a jumbled loop, needing to nestle like a hen in a coop. Being still can be good when life's too much, over run by decisions, ideas and such, times when I find myself needing a crutch perhaps home gives a hand not an evil clutch. *AMK