To Those Who May Stumbleupon this blog:
First off, an apology for the break in regular posts. I realize that I am far too early on to have a dedicated rabid fan base, but missing posts is no way to establish one.
Anyways, I wrote a poem, following my carving of a walking staff.
"Wanderlust"
The feeling that seizes one's feet and legs,
Guiding you down a path that you have not tred,
Seeking all, yet seeking nothing, you walk.
Not pressed for time, not tied to a clock.
Journeying to find something missing in life,
Journeying whether you flee from warmth or strife,
Nothing but feet, a direction, and maybe a staff,
(To ensure that the road does not have the last laugh).
Walk until your feel bleed, or you mind fades,
Walk until you find something worth finding,
Then turn around, and walk again.
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