Remember the day you took off from the nest
Dusting off your feathers resolved to never rest,

Until you reach the dream destination stuck in your mind,
The road leading upto it, you knew you would find.

What you thought to be a desert turned out to be a farm,
Thousands of young saplings each with its own charm,

And somewhere on the road among the charm of strangers,
You lost your way and got introduced to new dangers.

Now far away from home, but farther away from stop,
Forget blockbuster, “what if I flop?”

It’s like running out of fuel in the middle of the road,
No matter where you’re headed to, you miss your abode.

Subconsciously looking for the option of going back,
It prolly wouldn’t hurt much to unpack the bags.

But, brood strokes fear of being held in the name of embrace,
Otherwise it’s still easier to follow someone else’s trace.

Now that’s where begins the journey addiction,
You gotta keep moving with o’ without conviction.

Of reaching atleast somewhere, now that there’s no comfort zone,
Afterall what’s worse than being home sick, is being sick of home.