Wanderlust
Yes, my friend, forget me, brother.
To a precious stream my soul flew.
Don’t call. No, don’t even bother.
Wanderlust, a million of realms
Songs unsung and they are mine for singing!
Feed me, feed…. cry out all my cells
Wisdom’s light the chains of lust unlinking.
Wisdom’s maze. It’s shoots and ladder’s game --
Each of us a self-proclaimed winner.
You - I scorn. You’ll never have me tamed.
An unwilling prey, a proud sinner.
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