Like a dog off its leash,
Like a feather in the breeze,
Like a ship without its anchor,
Drifting the seven seas.
Like the pollen in the spring,
Being ferried with the air.
Like a kite free of its string,
Owned by the child free of care.
Like the leaves on the tide,
Like the salmon the rivers tow,
They all go to places
I will never, ever go.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pondering-places-i-will-never-go/
