A Traveler’s Thirst
By Josh Watkins
Dare I dream of a
paradise afar?
A place to soothe my
weary soul,
A place where the sun
never sleeps and crystal waters rare.
Country born and
country raised,
but dwell do I in a
concrete zoo.
Oh to taste the
delicacies of a foreign land!
To excite my
shriveled tongue to a high degree!
Danger I fear not,
Courage I possess,
I thrive for
adventure.
How I long to soar
like an eagle,
The sky at my
command,
The wind, slave to my
power.
To be free, the world
to see,
This burning desire
that consumes me.
“Life is short” they
say,
to live forever is
but a myth,
a dream,
a fantasy.
Why waste it?
I only have one.
A ticket for the
world I shall buy,
To a foreign land I
shall fly,
Until that day, here
I will remain,
Dreaming under a midnight sky.
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