I was looking through old blog posts that I hadn't posted and found this. It is better than I remembered.
It is my way the path to seek,
the older roads and trails to meet.
And never here to stop and rest,
But always seek a different quest.
When will I end this weary jest,
This cursed, endless restlessness?
I wish now to stop, to call it quits,
To find that home, a place that fits.
But ever on I wander anew,
and lands I love soon pass from view.
For I am but a pilgirm, a passer through,
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it IS very good. thanks for sharing. it rings true with my wanderlust as well.
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