wanderlust - by jocee

flowing, whispering, haunting, growing

waiting, belittling, wanting, knowing 

secrets that are held beneath the clouds

oh how i want to find them now. 

sitting, thinking, fiddling, singing

looking, feeling, standing, ringing

the sounds that i hear and the sights that i see

could one of them be only for me?

in this small town with my old carpet bag

and my blue good dress and my brown straw hat

waiting for a train to take me away

anywhere, anyone, to let the time fade away

rustling, chatting, clinking, fearing

bumping, skimming, milling, nearing

imagining on a boat that takes me far into the sea

with no one else, just i, myself and me

eating, drinking, dancing, sleeping

laughing, acting, sighing, weeping 

imagining my life if i wasn't here

maybe on the streets of paris

london, athens, montreal, tokyo

new york, beijing, rio, moscow

traveling the world, along the seven seas

being who i was intended to be

a traveler, a sightseer, a dancer, an artist

with my incurable case of wanderlust 

anything but this small town that i'm in

and by golly i won't know where to begin

just hop on a train that'll take me away

where i'll forget the time of the day

i'll venture and roam around the world

with my incurable case of wanderlust. 

-jocee <3