I feel disconnected from me and nearly empty
Traveling the world makes home feel flat and fictional
And you have to ask your entirety
If you loved it here why would you leave?
And maybe there is nothing wrong with the present
But just with you and your sullied point of view
That normally only sees inferiority in everything
I feel ashamed of me and clearly crazy
I feel unappreciative of the blessings I can count
Because I can’t seem to figure out
How to love someone else properly-
And maybe there is nothing else I can be
But a wandering nomad passionate but free…