Wanderlust
An intrepid wanderer,
Lost beneath the sea,
But when I call you back
Will you come back for me?
A thousand and one nights
A thousand and one tales to tell
But when time has run out
Will you tell my story as well?
In a ship of good strong wood,
Singing a hopeful song,
When the storm has set in,
Will you bring me along?
Through the foggy streets,
By the light of a single lamp,
When the mystery has been solved,
Will it be you I have the honor to meet?
Through a treacherous jungle,
Or along a country road,
In a house’s stairwell where a ghost might pass,
Or through uncut savannah grass.
On the wings of a dragon,
Soaring through the sky,
Or on a tall promontory, watching the ships pass by.
I have no wish to live,
Eyes on the ground,
Walking straight ahead.
Instead I’ll take the road less traveled,
And then maybe I’ll fly.
But I can’t help but wonder,
A little at a time,
Are all these imaginings simply in my mind?
Am I really destined
To soar like a lark?
And if I am then why
Do all my adventures end with a question mark?
No negative comments, please, I’m pouring my heart out here!
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