I've always been a wanderer,
Exploring this world so full of wonder.
Never been good at sitting still,
So full of this energy that's set to spill.

Often I'll go out with friends,
And later I'll disappear,
Gone off the explore the hidden places that always lie near,
Only to return once alls been seen,
Rarely asked where I've been.

In the future maybe I can take this further,
Go off to places I've not seen before,
My life could be one long world tour.
Although it's not as easy as it sounds I'm sure.

Alas I have always been a wanderer,
And a wanderer I'll always be,
As there'll always be something new to see,
Lying behind an unopened door.

Who knows what I'd find as I wandered around the world?
A friend to stand by till the end.
The love of my life, my future wife?
Or perhaps these people I've already met,
And I simply haven't noticed yet.

Who knows what awaits them in the future?
A life of adventure would suit me for sure.