Soar

I was born with a wandering soul, how is it that I have remained in one place so long?
I crave the adventure, the sights, the ephemeral of the world waiting just outside my door, how is it I am still in the same place?
I am jealous, admittedly, of those I know who get to travel or live in foreign places.
I keep waiting for these wings of mine to work, but they seem to be stuck, like me, in the same places.