What is this wandering
That my soul feels?
Why traveling appeals,
It gets me pondering.
I want to be decrypting
All that my heart desires
Until my passport expires.
Why does a house usually seem so constricting?
I would love to be happy inside contours,
But staying in one place drains me tirelessly,
I seem not able to live silently.
Do you know of any cures
With which I can live carelessly?
All I want for it is to not be lifelessly.
Writings by Starmud 