Wanderlust is never broken.
Society will provide you
The brink
Of insanity.
Your mind torn apart.
Your life broken down.
Destroyed!
To mere scraps of paper
And simple metals,
All stamped with the faces
Of lost ideals
Proved to be best to hold.
To relish.
To teach.
There is nothing you need to do,
Nothing more than nothing itself.
Provide and cultivate
Only what makes you happy.
Dismantle and destroy the rest.
Write off the spawn
That creates the worst in you.
Grab your pack,
And meet me in the woods.
We leave tomorrow.
We walk
Until
We may walk
No more.
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