i'm off to a place
called wanderlust
i'll get there or bust
it's not too far
if i take my car
not sure which way
it's everywhere
if I'll reach it
i don't know
i'll stop a moment
and then go
there is no
end
to the wandering
soul
no place
in mind
to return
the mind's eye
weary of
wanting more
the heart taxed
with misguided
affections
the vagabond
goes on
with no direction,
a pinwheel in the wind
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