Anticipating, planning, and dreaming

Traveling expands past where you’re going

The unknown rushing toward you, gleaming

I’m not really here, that mindset flowing

Constantly through my soul like white water

Propelling me down the river of life

Thinking always of places much hotter

Where sunshine cuts my mind’s haze like a knife

Or mountains where air thins, breath uneasy

The worldview looms vast and unimpeded

Sometimes I think this just sounds so cheesy

But my wanderlust has to be heeded

I cannot wait for the next location

Life: a journey with no destination

—-You want me to do the syllable count?

—-I hope that I can use all my fingers

—Are you sure that ten is the right amount?

—if not ten, this task may really linger