An insatiable wanderlust I wish to be,
Beyond the horizon I ought to see.
The land, the sea and many places,
To meet and greet those beautiful faces.

I wish to visit the spectacular Angkor Wat in Cambodia,
Or tripping on a bumpy Leh-Ladakh Road ride in India.
To swim among the tropical fishes in the Maldives,
Or sitting at the edge of the Kalaupapa Peninsular Cliffs

I wish to meditate at the peak of the Himalaya,
Or adore the fascinating Great Wall of China.
To romance at the Oia- Santorini in Greece,
Or party at the Belearic Islands till the day ceased.

I wish to watch the sunset illuminates the Pyramid of Giza,
Or a calm sunbathe in the magical islands of Bora Bora.
To get awed by the grandeur beauty of the Amazon,
Or simply a Gandola ride in Venice like a Vagabond.

I wish to sip the finest Bordeaux Wine in France,
Or get drown in the madness of “Tomorrow land”.
To visit the isolated Chile Easter Island,
Or brave the arduous climb to the top of Fuji mountain.

I wish to embark on a panoramic train ride to Machu Picchu,
Or immersed on remnants of the mythical history of Peru.
To witness the Aurora Borealis in Norway,
Or the divine old city of Jerusalem is a must visit someday.

I will travel through the land and the ocean,
Could be a random plan without a direction.
But I will travel far and I will travel near,
And I will keep my feet rolling every where.

I'll give you a destination
and there is many for me and you.
I'll give you a destination
and i hope you remember it like this too.

it's coney island night-time and a ferris wheel light
kisses in the gandola got me thinking mid flight
“they dint have to make a kid’s ride this wild”
There was dropping and kissing and swinging  in brooklyn that night

Its walking- talking - sitting,  the moon by the shore
Talking about what was and wasnt for us anymore
A violinist  in practice played the sad tune twice
And  a couple passionately making out to unsubscribed spotify

it's the a small  lake down the road ,  no one cared to inspect
And the sunset laid perfect  the second time we met
maybe it was ***** before dinner or falling in love
Cause I was convinced  the world would find  its 8th wonder if they looked at  us


It was upstate adventures and stopping mid road
For the horse, a cow and a drink by riverflow
Picked a daisy for my hair  and a tiny home
Kept talking about how much youd like to live where the grass could grow

you  said, “the sun is different upstate"
I agreed, as the  sunbeam  floods through the trees
And the warm rays felt like you were choosing me

Its the corner seat in Beacon house
With No worries with who, or what or how
“one day lets make a breakfast spot that everyone in town talks about”


It’s  a Spare key to Booth street
lamps flickered and black tea  warm
Sheets tumbled
and the safest place I could think of was right there in your arms.

Its the teasing” I—— looove — you’s”
made the words stay and linger
forever sleepover! , night time stories and
Our kisses kinda tasted  like ginger
( you still make the best ginger tea btw)

We sang , we danced , we pretended to pray
In the name of  the father the son the holy ghost,
Please, let our loving  stay the same