Is this it

Is this it?

As I sit; gazing at the heavens above, I often wonder – is this it?

My body is trapped, gravity bound, to the soil beneath me. 

My mind soars to the stars; the possibilities beyond. Is this it?

But here I stay, heavy hearted. Not belonging, gazing at the heavens above. 

I sit and stare; dreaming and wondering, is this it?

It’s not that I’m unhappy. It’s not that I’m unfulfilled. 

There is a restlessness. A desire that smolders. An itch just below, subcutaneous. 

I have felt it before. Each time a little stronger. Leaving me asking the same question as before, is this it?

Tried to draw Chico sitting on my lap.