Alternate Vision

I miss being on the road, in search of the next sunrise and not knowing what its going to be bring. My anchored feet feel increasingly heavy with the passing of each day. I need to find an alternate form of escapism. The hardest part of nurturing the nomad in me is to discipline my mind to keep this spirit alive after acknowledging that I ain't going nowhere far anytime soon. You have to give something up to gain something. Simple as that. Fighting the urge is harder than I had imagined especially when reality throws these curveball teasers at you when you least expect it. The answer lies within reach. It is all in the mind. I know it. Its just a matter of time.