Wanderlusti. wanderlust. wind blowing through hair adventure lights up your eyes how to let this go? wanderlust shines through I need to win the races on this long highway. go to far-off towns, never speak the languages. lonesomeness’ cure.Wanderlust
ii. loneliness. it’s only a phase staring at the window pane beneath the dark sky. who knows how it goes; trav’ling won’t cure anymore— but I can’t stop now. going—going—gone the last piece of me, it seems, was left in the dust.
iii. redemption. the car idles, soft ‘neath
