Wanderlust

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Wanting,

Aching,

Craving 

The World.

 

To expand my mind to places farther than my backyard or the church,

To learn a language of love by being surrounded by foreign lovers,

Curiosity can kill me if I can see a big cat, king of the jungle, kill me, for I am curious.

 

Why must I crunch numbers to pay for the view of the world?

 

To travel freely without loans pulling me like a rubber band,

See the dry deserts of the Sahara and climb the steeps of Yellow Stone,

Bike the Appalachians and sky dive over the Red Sea.

 

Wanderlust. 

 

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