Sand in my shoes

At 16, the thought of leaving home was all that consumed me,

Oh, to be free and fly off the nest,

Earn a few bucks, live in a boho home

Wander around and watch the sunsets 

With home just being an address book entry,

I walk around with sand in my shoes

Lo and behold, two decades have flown past

It feels an eternity and yet a minute sometimes

The nest is built but oh the wings are now pinned

The bucks have been earned but the heart still yearns

Of long lost dreams and far away lands

Of lazy sunset watching and soulful conversations 

But now the shoes lie untouched

And  sands brushed away