Wanderlust

I can't help but feel I have somewhere to go
As though my body's pulling me to see the sights
It's a feeling right I have in my gut
I just can't shake this sweet afternoon

To set out walking and never look back
Cross mountain streams and desert flats
With the wind wandering through my tracks
And my eyes always staring forward

Casting gazes on scenes sublime
Canyons and hills covered in pine
Or thrown over great plains, mine
Gaze would gladly go.

My body willing, it hungrily would step
Through all great wonders, as some have crept
Down the blazed trail that many have kept
Or into new places that none have seen

And I'd sit there and breath wonderfully
Taking in beauty some choose not to see
For this is what wanderlust does to me.
And I'd not have it any other way.