Wanderlust

I am not lost, I am just wandering through this forest of words and lines leading me into unknown places and times long forgotten. I am a wanderer, a traveler, a seeker of beauty and truth. I follow the call of my heart, the whisper of my soul. I am not afraid to get lost within the tangled web of life. It is then that I find my way in those moments of wandering. I allow my feet to take me wherever, my heart guides me through the night. At the uprise of the morning sun, I'll be ready for a new delight. The world is full of wonderful things, and I want to see them all. From towering mountains to endless seas, No sight's too great or too small. So let me wander, let me roam to lands so far away and shores unseen. In these journeys is my heart free And my spirit soars high and clean. And when I am old and grey, and wanderings no more. Memories then to comfort me, my heart once more to soar. For wanderlust can never be cured, a constant flame of fire, a song within, that cries inside, longing, some impossible desire.