East coast and west coast and everywhere in between,
It was only a matter of time before I would want to leave
Taught from birth that when things got tough,
The best thing to do was to leave things in the dust
Sometimes I feel more like a bird than a person,
Wondering what it would have been like to have stayed by the ocean
Instead, soaring from place to place
Seeking newness, adventure and a new smiling face
Observing those with families and kids,
Sitting inside their white picket fence
I can’t help but think they're more like trees,
Roots buried so deep, they could never leave
The lessons learned and the hearts that were broken,
I wouldn’t trade it for any golden token
This place and that place and her and him,
I wouldn’t be me without all of them
All of the people and all of the places,
I will never forget the countless faces
And perhaps roots are different for us,
Less about grounding and more about love
