wanderlust
the naked cry
for something more
and nothing less
she pounds her chest
all slick and wet

wanderlust
the yearning soul
for something told
its for the best
he winds his bed
out for his head

wanderlust
the water lily
that is never there
always rare
on the parallel verse
no one cares

wanderlust
i am one soul
who speaks her mind
by being bold
who else will try?
for fear is cold