I never feel quite so good as I do
as when I am outbound, into the sky
and none of the draw of my hearth and home,
nor comforts quiet life supply,
seem quite as radiant and true
as my desire to roam.
Of my wanderlust some can not construe
what makes me to endlessly turn my eye
to faraway hardships I’ll face alone;
to which I can give no reply.
Such are the pleasures I pursue,
and my life is my own.
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