Ah, Wanderlust, my soul for you burned hot!
When fresh and filled with fancy, I could not
sit still for long, for I was wont to flee
the simple life with its monotony.
The moon and stars were mine (or so I thought).
In college when I turned eighteen, I bought
my ticket to that thrill I’d always sought
in lands I’d only read of, far from me;
Were life a novel, mine would have its plot
heat up significantly when I got
to Europe; wondrous sights I was to see.
Romance I even found! But destiny
has deemed adventure would not be my lot. . .
Written 8/15/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the Wanderlust Poetry Contest of nette