I traveled so much in my life.
I lost sometimes shores in the sea.
I rocked and been shaken in skies.
In steppe I was scorched by freeze.

But heart knew not peace as it roamed
And urged to advance, straight on go.
On road – I was dreaming of home,
At home – I dreamed mostly of road.

When tiredness took hold of me
I sang about roads trod in life.
I missed love when happy, in bliss.
I missed sorrow much when in love.

And heart never stopped in its search.
It seemed as if planet was small.
I missed cold so much when it snowed.
I missed warmth so much in sun’s glow.

And heart, silly heart, did not know,
When bothered and pestered me so,
That all that it missed, it searched for,
Was you, merely you, nothing more!