Once again you're taking the long way,
fooling with the radio dial
and idly reading the signs.
Almost There! Ten Miles Ahead!
Whether ten of a hundred, you don't care.
You're in it for the long haul you tell yourself,
moving on just for the sake of moving,
losing yourself in wanderlust.
Last Chance Gas: Pay no heed, push ahead.
It's the lost highway, no stopping now.
You'll get yours farther on.
Exit Now: In a blink you're past it
thinking nothing's wrong,
and the road ahead empties,
a shimmering mirage where
wanderlust knows no bounds.
Wanderlust by Stephen Benz | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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