It cant stay fixated,
It travels the whole world.
It thinks of the lush green trees out in the fields,
Or of the running water,
And the fishes so free.
The lion king who has no strings,
The monkey who can run and climb whenever he feels.
He wants to be free,
Like the birds around him,
Chirp and sing like there's no tomorrow,
And fly without any worries.
The mountains so white,
So huge and high.
"Oh what a pleasure could be", he thought,
"if I could climb".
No one can guess,
What he really wants to be.
Not like everyone else,
He is definitely unique.
He hardly thinks about studies,
Wanderlust is always on his mind.
Hoping for only his wishes to come true,
He is yet,
Only a wanderer,
In the lands of his mind.
