This may just be my lifelong motto…
Wanderlust
(4.10.02)
This feeling inside
A confusing notion;
Empty as a sieve
After sand’s ticking motion.
I travel where I please
Excited for the day,
But only for an instant
As enjoyment fades away.
I am left with a hole
In my mind and my eye,
A hole only filled
By the fresh things I try.
I taste tropical air,
It heals cracks in my skin,
But cracks of wanderlust
Are hard to fill in.
It makes me feel lost
No guide to my life.
Should I be content
With a life full of strife?
Some people are simple
They enjoy things for all time.
To that line of thought
My mind will not rhyme.
I need new things to challenge,
To awaken my senses.
Words do not stimulate
By altering tenses.
It all eats away
At my mind, you know?
So where’s the next place?
Where the hell should I go!?
I falter without change
Constants bore holes in my head
If everywhere is here
I’d rather be dead.
-The Wanderboy
