Wanderlust

November 14, 2017
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There is a yearning in my soul
For so many far-off things.
There is an ache in my heart
For a sky filled with stars.
Each day I stand and wait
For when my wings will come.
And I love having dirty feet
From walking dusty roads.
The maps seem so small
While the world is so big.
There are a thousand things to see,
But not enough time to see them all.

Miles and miles I’ve traveled
Yet I always long for more.
The lovely, wide-reaching horizon.
I hope that I will never reach it.
I hope the journey will never be done.
I hope to always be on the run.
To those who are always moving,
There will never be anything better
Than aching feet and bright eyes.

Once I had tasted flight,
There was no going back.
Wander and roam and rove.
There is no escape.
There is no cure.
There is no greater joy.
There is no better affliction.
Those who settle think me crazy.
And I am glad to be so.
I don’t know how it began.
Only that my love started when
Traveling along an open road
Began to feel like home.






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