I am giving in to wanderlust.
My mind drifts to
other cities
other people
other places
other skylines
other spaces
other highways and hedges
An "other" life
Another life.
Another life.
A shifting scene.
A passing.
To drift from what I have to what is new,
What is "other",
What is different.
None of this ending or beginning,
Only drifting.
Simply changing my surroundings
Before my feet are cemented to the ground
And my wanderlust is confined to my head.
When my body becomes tired
and says "why bother with an other life?"
An "other" life
Another life.
Another life.
