Lost I am in living a life that is routine,
And each day is just the same.
Each day is like a repeated scene,
Walking with no aim!
I feel trapped, like in a cage,
And I feel suffocated!
I think it might just be a passing stage,
But now I think for too long I’ve waited.
I want to be set free,
And travel far and wide.
The world I want to see,
I want to go on an endless ride.
Things may tie me down,
But to places I go in my mind.
In this wanderlust, I’ll drown,
The direction to live my life, I now find!
This post is written for the prompt “Wanderlust” at A week for Writing and for day 9 of UBC.