What’s this restless feeling,
A craving that won’t let her be,
To reach for what’s beyond the bend,
Glimpsing at what few others see.
She walks the dusty trails,
On foot or in her mind,
Seeking to wash the dirt in salty oceans,
Lost in blue where the white sand lines.
She climbs the highest peaks,
To stand where eagles soar,
To gaze upon the world below,
And wonder what it’s all for.
Through hidden valleys, rugged trails,
of distant lands and unknown skies,
She wanders far to tell her tales,
Her wanderlust, her heart’s true prize.
For every outward pilgrimage made,
the journey inward is as deep and wide,
She takes flight with the singing birds,
to free her spirit, body, mind.