Wanderlust
I have trapped my soul in a concrete prison
But I can feel the wanderlust pulling at my soul
My lungs begging for the cool clean air
Filling my eyes with stars
My skin begs for cool breeze and the kiss of moonlight
My ears cry out for the soft rustle of leaves and the soft lapping of water on the sand
I can feel the song of the mountains calling to me
My soul cries out for nature
I have trapped my soul in a concrete prison
My lungs filled with the smell of pavement and exhaust
The stars choked out by the sparkling lights of the city
My skin tingling with the warmth seeping from the pavement
My ears filled with the neverending rush of cars and never stopping people
But in my soul I can feel the soft, distant song of the mountains
When I close my eyes, I can remember the smell of the clean fresh air
When I close my eyes, I can almost see the sparkling stars
When I close my eyes, I can imagine my whirring fan is the cool mountain breeze
When I close my eyes, I can remember the calm soft song of the mountains
Wanderlust is where my soul is home
I can feel my soul stretched between my concrete prison and the soft songs of the mountains
My soul was born in the sweet embrace of wanderlust
This is where my soul resides
I have trapped my soul in a concrete prison
But I can feel the wanderlust pulling at my soul
