Wandering

My heart was not made for this non life
My head not created to be stagnant
I want to feel, to love, to know
Wandering about without knowing
Yet not lost. Exactly where I'm meant
Blooms of dust curling behind my boots
As I traverse the dry trail, incline
Straining my muscles as I move on
Or the sloshing of mud and water
Verdant trail around me enclosing
New languages, new food, new culture
Only the pursuit of the adventure
That is what I want to know
No decisions regretted, each made
With the clearest of hearts and minds
Nevertheless, to wander again