Wanderlust

Wanderlust

It’s a kind of love

Between the chase and the rush

Of the laughter and the fun

And the instability of not knowing

what’s to come

It’s a different kind of freedom that these things bring.

Why do we do it, what are we doing?

It’s chasing sunsets and sunrises

Waking up early

Heaviness on our eyelids

Caffeinated

And exhausted all the time

The awe of nature

Dropping us into silence

And in that moment, we realise why we exist:

To live.

The more we see, the more we be

And we breathe

But our breath is taken away by the scenes

Until we’re so dizzy, so dizzy

From adrenaline and dopamine

What are we?

Part of it all, beings, breathing, living.

And we’re working non-stop in every moment

But we’re working to live

A life that’s not normal

One where we call the shots

And make the calls

And we wake into not knowing

What the day will bring

But that’s the beauty of this whole thing

Choosing a path that’s a little bit different

And although we pay the price of feeling homesick

A lot of the time

We gain the rewards of expanding our minds

By broadening our horizon

And enjoying the view

And making every moment

one that’s completely new

Learning a profound appreciation

For this world we call home

But home is also inside our own souls

But by knowing that

You crave understanding more,

Because how else can you grow

And you learn that whenever you go,

You can turn inward while looking out

And that’s where you’ll eternally find home.