The floor is strangely still under my feet I sway because it’s not swaying enough After so many months on a boat I can’t help but feel unstable on stable ground The room is too small Too quiet Too crowded Because the grand explorer I am is finally home I am home but I never felt more stranded I miss my boat and the feel of everything on it The sea on my face, the wind in my ears And for only music the waves I am home and where I wanted to be But I’m already away In my head dreaming About my next travel