Wanderer

My heart lingers in the places I never went and the places I could have gone.

My eyes hold a fantasy and a distant land

a place to call home.

I am just a girl,

overdosed on curiosity

walking and stumbling upon clouds of dreams

swaying with magic

on restless feet

with no map in hand I want to go

to the unknown

which is calling

luring and

pulling.

I must go now.

I must.

¬ Hermetaphors