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Wanderlust


A disease with no cure. Targeting the heart, soul, body, and mind. No lengths of the Earth can sate it Because it is the undeniable lust for more. More sights to see, More people to meet, More experiences to treasure. There is no cure to something with an Infinite amount of tastes. Materialism is unwelcome To the infected’s home. It is the acquired lifestyle to Have less, be more, and do more. Spoils are mere distractions To a life inspired.
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