Long To Be My Way

Nothing could be more tiring

being a continuous  journeytiring

travelling from place to place

with boarding in one place

and I living in another place

going from there to another country

there again from the destination

have to travel to my home town

another long drive turning hectic

pulling all my muscles and energy out

while my eyes droop throughout

my hand tired of carrying the baggage

while the legs pulling me all through

I cross the journey very frequently

that has transferred a strong feeling

that once  back home I never want to get out

sitting pretty at home like a recluse

and enjoying the comforts  with freedom

which I get once  in a way

which I long to be my way  all throughout.