Maps

I want to fall asleep to northern lights
Waterfalls, the mist that sprays my neck
Run through streets of cobblestone
Rundown bookstores, walls of the unknown

I crave boundless roads to places I can go
But pinned in red upon my map is the place I crave the most
I miss my home

Diagrams, lines that cross and cross again
My mind is on a grounded constellation
And I connect the dots
Like Sagittarius inked upon my skin

A globe is just the world at our own fingertips
It seems like such a small world after all
So I packed my bags but no one told me
I should pack my toughest skin

I crave boundless roads to places I can go
But pinned in red upon my map is the place I crave the most
I miss my home

Singing teapots, ringing phones
Barking of dogs
My heart beats to the sounds of my own home

Purple sheets and bubble baths
Bright blue walls
My inner compass lies under the floors

I'd love to see a Paris painted by the rain
But I'd rather hear my mama call my name
I miss my home