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Wanderlust upon the brow
As seasons pass tick by and growl.
Sediment pours into my mind
Like an ever growing ocean of man kind.
This need to be fills within me
The vastness of the Red Sea.
If ever I should quest
Upon my feet for years, then laid to rest.
I shall wander the earth
As I was meant from birth.
These seasons pass yet still I am here
Every day year after year.
Upon one day I shall not be
But dust in the wind, and then I shall see.