Wanderlust
I’m often walking with a dream,
that no one else can see.
From time to time, it’s in my mind.
It’s such a part of me.
Though I can’t hold it in my hand,
I’ll try to make you understand.
I hear the back roads call my name.
In mystery, I’m drawn…
They hint of treasure, love, and fame,
if I embark by dawn…
I grab my keychain, so embossed -
"Not all who wander far are lost".
Life’s a script, the world - a stage.
Yet many read a single page…
Time to leave, I feel I must,
to satisfy my wanderlust…
Copyright © 2015
Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2015
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