Wonderlust

Sitting in the mountains of Washington state
Trying to change my fate
My crazy drives me away
For long I don't stay
Peace of mind
Trying to find
Sitting by a lake
A moment I take
Just to look around
So many a sound
Wind whispering through the trees
Sights that please
Mountains all around me
This feels free
The words in my brain 
Riding a broken train
Soaked by the pain
My mind of madness
Calms my sadness
A hermit I'll always be
On my search to be free
I try to belong 
Feels wrong
Loner
Stoner
Hiding in some corner
All I have are the words in my head
Enough said
Renting a room hiding from the cold
Cause I'm getting old
I'm tired
Need to be inspired
Something to be desired 
The battlefield within
The hell it has been
Will I someday win
Sit here awhile
I can feel my smile
Hidden just below
Before I know
That is something I hope to find
Along with some peace of mind
Wounderlust
Who to trust
Find myself in good health 
Spending my imaginary wealth
I am someone
My mom's son
Wish to someday say I won
This place I stay
Along my way
It is nice
This winter I won't feel like ice
Maybe my heart will warm up as well
You never can tell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Kelii Kekaula Avatar
November 16, 2023 at 11:47 AM
Aloha, fellow William. As a former Kitsapper county resident, I see that you pay no never mind to the rust in wonderlust. Beautiful state that my employer saw fit to place this Hawaiian there--glad they did. Alas, they like to bounce me around, hence I parted. Let your mom smile on knowing that her son remains in wonderlust, my friend. Aloha, William
Harris Sr. Avatar
November 16, 2023 at 11:52 AM
Thank you
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