Restless.

that
     restless
             voice
                 calling me
              to endless travel
          to journey with no end
             driven
                down
             a road
         of my choice
 
(any road that is not this one)

                                  spurred
                               by a
                            vast
                     internal
                  chasm
                 yearning
                   for
                 something
                     unknown
     and yet terribly familiar 
           pulled
                   inexorably
                                forward
                          into another voyage
                               to somewhere
                                      seeking
                                     something
                            I’ll know when I see it

                       longing
                           to move
                            to breathe
                             to run
                                             y
                                          l
                                    to f

                             jump up
                          to           and go
                                              find
                                             something
                                                       new

         (something that isn’t this )

                    to warm my hands
                           in the sun
              to hold the moon
                    like a pearl
       to shake the world

   like   snow     and
        a     globe

         watch
      the
   dust
settle
   only to shake it up again

the
siren
song
that haunts me
                                                      is my own