have you ever felt like leaving? packing up a bag and walking out the door? step out into the cold winter air, with no place in mind but the heat of time walk down january's bitter roads and close your eyes with dreams of the warm breeze of a distant land let the dry air of the desert coat your skin and the bright sun bring out the love in your heart do these images wrap your mind in bliss, as they do mine? does your heart lust to be freed; to roam around without obligation? i'll pack my bag and walk out the door... someday.
