Spaces on a map, with crooked lines for streets
Are places that dwell in the hearts of men,
Becoming a part of the whole as they move away
But not without memories left lingering long after.
Countless times the streets are drawn,
By hands that have felt the air
Drawn for those who must taste the dust,
And make the journey to this love.
Inexplicable it shall always be
To the unfortunate who live in oblivion
Never for them shall streets of a town conjure up
Feelings of ownership and longing.
As life makes the journey to destinations unknown
Through routes where all else may depart and deceive,
The spaces on maps will enter one’s heart
And bring alive everlasting love.