To wonder, To wander....
Author: Unknown
My soul searches often , as my feet start to travel the endless miles they tread. I wonder , I wander , to view what compells me. Insatiable desire , for to journey I must , boundless desire , to quell my wander lust. Faces ,places , they come and fade to dust , grains of sand in my jar , I must fill till it busts , no cure for this wondering , wanderers lust.....
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
The soul of a truck driver....
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