the name without a place

born in the centre of the world

umbilical cord travels to the moon

an eternally travelling destiny

the orbit twisted, broken, curled

the ancient laws of physics rule

centripetal, centrifugal forces

ever moving, no place to rest

no time for the heels to cool

wanderlust is not really a crime

despite the dashed hopes, broken hearts

hardly my fault if all around there is

much to see and do, oh so little time

dazzling array of choices on the shelf

i love them apples and those peaches

mostly, its all good but sometimes

the spirit of the nomad haunts itself

plans to realise visions grand

the world for taking, like an oyster

endless skies the unending limit

yet, no place to call hearth and...