Millstones and mishaps all mess with my mind.
I have no idea of what I may find
Tomorrow, next week, or even next year;
Yet freedom is one thing that I hold dear.
Anchors and anvils are weighing me down;
They're keeping me here, in this one-horse town!
The call of the wild now cries out in vain;
I fear I might never leave here again!
Hitches and hurdles are lurking close by,
But that does not mean that I should not try
To loosen my shackles and lighten my load.
I dream of adventure, down a new road.
"Hope springs eternal" a poet once said.
Faith and good fortune are surely not dead!
I'll find the right moment, biding my time,
Then off I will fly, straight into my prime!