It's each ones dream to leave the nest,
That they have much to give,
To spread their wings and fly above,
So many years to live.

To taste the smooth red wine that bites,
The taste buds and the lips,
The heady feeling so unique,
Embarking on life's trips.

Forgotten for a long, long time,
The years speed on their way,
So many places to be seen,
So very much to say.

Awakened now as from a sleep,
A tugging of the soul,
A need to search for that which seems,
To be what will console.

And one by one they all come back,
Gone now the urge to roam,
For in the end they realize,
That all roads lead to home.

yogi berra would say that if you want to go home when you get to the y in the road take it.