Gypsy
From the day I got married
To the day I first left my home
From divorce to being single again
I have never been back
I keep looking for a home
In people, In places
So I could settle down
Or find my happy place
Yet I am still lost
Hoping to be found
While hiding from the world
Which I dreamed to conquer before!
What do I do?
I wasn’t born a gypsy
But my soul never settles
I keep wandering
And by wandering
door to door
Person to person
I have become one!
