My heart fills to overflowing,
With the Wanderlust of me.
For places I've not been to.
For places not yet seen.

Indeed, I've dream't of foreign shores,
And lands beneath the sea.
Oh Wanderlust, Sweet Wanderlust,
I must now follow thee.

Across the sands of magic lands,
My wondrous heart shall roam.
My eyes shall witness glory,
In the wonders I've been shown.

Atop the mountains, fragrant mists,
As none I've known before,
Oh Wanderlust, Sweet Wanderlust,
I stand at heavens door.

Oh Wanderlust we've traveled,
Through green fields of virgin grass.
My footsteps first to tread there,
Seeking life by my own path.

Oh Wanderlust my hunger grows,
For still another place.
Not of this world, nor of this time,
But...in a higher space.

Oh Wanderlust, my trusted friend,
I go alone this time.
My call to seek... inside of self,
Defies all else in mind.

Blessed be the magic,
On this journey of intent.
Oh Wonderlust, Sweet Wonderlust,
Bequeath thee wonderment.


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