Wanderlust

Oh sweet wanderer,

breathless with wonder

in new corners and old castles and dusty bookshelves,

take me with you when you go.

You and I,

we were never made to have a home.

We were made to wander,

to fall apart and fall together,

to reach and never hold,

to seek and never find.

Oh traveler, our weary souls

rest only in motion-

in running fast and far we are complete,

in movement we can breathe;

under fading city lights and across open beaches and through a thousand different waterfalls.

So darling, take my hand-

take my hand and we’ll get lost together.

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