Mirage.

wanderlust.

We wander from dream to dream.

An ephemeral fantasy.

To never settle.

For a home.

For less than where we deserve.

Binocular vision

Of mountains and snow.

The land of Washington,

That legitimises our lives.

Miller and Monroe,

Is within reach

Through the binoculars.

Kaleidoscope,

I'd rather say.

For, with each passing sunset,

The colors change.

So, I wander, wander.

In the pages of books,

Pirates, mermaids and Tintin

Guide me.

I walk, I trek.

I bruise my soles.

Rocks after rocks after rocks,

I tread.

Wanderlust,

Let me rest.

I have seen the marvel,

And the despondence.

I have fed the starved,

And my whims.

I have traveled,

I have reposed.

But, how long,

Do you cross borders,

Boundaries?

Lust, lust,

For endless vacation.

For endless polaroids,

From a 60's movie.

My feet ache.

My heart grows heavy.

This quest is not without reason.

I wander and wander.

Resolution, have you dipped in the Nile?

Is there no shelter for harmless lust?