The Wanderer

• Gazing at the luster of our sun,
• through tired eyes, a distant hum,
• I set my sights on distant lands,
• grasping at reluctant beauty

• with clammy, calloused hands.

• I will not quench my earthly thirst
• I will not cease my mighty stride
• I will not sleep for long at all
• ‘till I’ve wandered far and wide,
• ‘till my weathered boots lack soles,
• ‘till I’ve swung our world to and fro,
• and seen all it has to hide.