Once in a while we feel something calling to us.
Our minds race with thought, it can confuse.
Though we cant make out what it is, its a fuss.
Sometimes its needy, sometimes its a muse.
Maybe we show it, maybe we dont at times
We may shake our heads, or choose to ignore it.
It still calls to us, it could start calling with a rhyme.
We may shake our heads, or choose to ignore it.
We might search from the mountains to the sea.
There are only times we wonder and just sit.
The call could be just a walk in the park.
It isnt always the same for each of us, it could be sad.
Sometimes it comes in the bright or maybe the dark.
It could be happy, exciting, joyful, or even glad.
Thus of which I speak, is a wild kind of squal.
Most try to put in the back of their minds.
We all know what it is, I mean the call.
So when its calls make sure its not on the road that winds.
