Wanderlust
I have a Wanderlust I tell you my dear friend
of pushing beyond unfamiliar horizons
and a journey toward the ocean’s edge
where our plunge toward Atlas is a sure end.
With you dear one I’ve many of journeys
thereby my respect has hardly met end
but from your cynic’s eye and a betrayal of heart
you ask,
but where … oh, “where does it end?”.
You who have explored and continue unsure
… where does it end?
It stops where you do and where your eye limits your mind
when all that there is we find then tightly defined.
We the souls who were born too early
may at times forget to compensate
from exploring the outer realms of Terra
with not only our magnificent slightest contribution
but also by not forgetting this now and occurring
ever beautiful journey.