Lack of attention

Lack of attention

Don't offer me a home.
For I was born to roam
And roaming I will go.
Roaming is all I know

I'll walk every road.
With no heavy load
Through the forest of the sole
Across the mountains of the mind

I'll run across the moon
And Jump onto mars
Then what is to stop me?
I could wonder through the stars

Although my boots may be made of lead
Although all sanity from me may have fled
Through my parents of me do despair
"Oh me. Oh my"
What do I care?
I'll roam, I'll run, I'll wonder. I will fly.

So don't sell me any abode
My heart belongs to the road
And though my energy is running low
Roaming I will go
Roaming is all I know.