The same old road trip

Look, the sky is reaching through the window,
calling all to leave, last chance, leaving,
get on board, what a decision, you know now,
you are a one to move, maybe find a way home.

Get something on the way, snacking,
seeing myself in a new day, packing,
what am I but a bag of belongings,
nothing personal, just neccesities
to get by, this is the day we fly,
this is atleast, the way we try.

Going somewhere, getting there atlast,
finally on our way, up the old ladder,
I think now we are getting somewhere,
never settle, never content, free to
belong.