My Wanderlust

My Wanderlust                                     February 27, 2006

I'm suiting up, ready to haul ass.

I haven't been anywhere

In so many damn years,

And it's driving me insane.

Like lover's quarrels,

The blood is just a-pumping,

And the thought of hitting the road

Just makes me shiver

From head to toes.

They say nothing's better than sex,

But indeed, I'll have to chime in:

That rush I feel from my base to my head

Is my wanderlust.

I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge

And an eye toward human truth.

I want to see the humanities,

And you should, too,

Stretching from the Rocky Mountain high

To the wheat of the Great Plains,

From sea to splendid shining sea,

And though the road will stop somewhere,

My journey mustn't ever end there,

For if it does, I'll be so sad,

Sad enough to sing the Delta Blues,

And so I'll hop a plane or board a ship,

Or however that line goes,

And allow my wanderlust

To carry me everywhere

Between the Poles.