Wanderlust

It’s everything, and nothing

the vast emptiness of void

knowing potential is in reach,

inches that feel like miles

stretching forever and yonder

circling me in wonder

like vultures after meat.

The need is neverending

to turn over every stone

and walk every path unwalked

even if I trek alone

the pace follows my heartbeat

ever faster ever leaping

enchantment of unknowns

taunting me ever so gently

in a forward always race

don’t look back , and settle down never.

for the link and bond to adventure

I wouldn’t dream to sever.

pushing the limits, I am pleased

never dawdling longer than necessary

just a glimpse, just a taste, just a tease

won’t be long before I grow wary.

and then I will be off again,

galloping through emptiness and void,

it clamors, my heart;

 for new and untraveled

and my feet endlessly covet,

roads and narrow dirt paths and gravel

it’s everything and nothing

the beauty of vast emptiness and void