I lifted the bag <br />I thought held all <br />I needed <br />But as I turned, <br />I heard you call: <br /> <br />“You’re such a nomad! ” <br /> <br />And you looked at me <br />In the strangest way. <br /> <br />That’s when I knew it: <br />You would make me stay.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-36/
