Hearts, habits and promises to break,
Friends to find, music to make,
Daydream a fantasy,
Switch off my brain,
Dance till stars sleep at night.
Drink books at noon, erode regrets,
Seduce a mind with idleness,
My toes need sand,
And snow, my tongue,
Ancient melodies tune my heart.
And float on waves in distant seas,
Do good deeds for them and me,
Walk through clouds,
Speak other tongues,
Chase things I’ve never thought.
Yes, other suns seek my skin,
I have to start or I won’t begin,
No signs to follow,
Adventure calls,
My shadow will not ever rest.
Escape to where ego fills no silence,
Seek inner peace with no violence,
I’ll ask for wants,
And try once again,
Brave where will and fortune meet.
I could return after any when,
Till then I’ll be the nowhereian,
Eyes closed see,
The heart within,
Smiles to remember to forget.
Scribble poems about all around,
Even when bad and not profound,
The simple question,
To be answered,
Is how to cure this Wanderlust?
(c) Peter Harrison
