I pack my dreams and leave the anchor behind,
With a map of starlit whispers guiding me to find,
A trail of gold beneath the endless sky,
Where the mountains sigh, and the wild things lie.
Each step I take feels like a heartbeat,
As I chase the sun and feel the world beneath my feet,
Through shadows of forests where silence reigns,
I breathe in the tales swaying with the grains.
And the horizon stretches far, whispering low,
“I’m a canvas waiting for your colors to flow,”
With every sunrise, every call of the night,
Hope dances before me, bathed in twilight.
Along the winding roads where the wildflowers bloom,
I discover pieces of myself, I thought were buried in gloom,
The laughter of strangers becomes my melody,
As I share the weight of this vibrant tapestry.
In the glow of dusk, when dreams softly unfurl,
I find that journeying is the heart of this world,
From the mountains to the shores, where the wild winds play,
Every moment unfolds like the dawn of a brand-new day.
So here I stand at the edge of the unknown,
With each breath I take, I know I’m not alone,
For the wanderlust within me is a guiding light,
Leading me home, through the darkness to the bright.
And when the echoes fade into the still of night,
I’ll carry forward this flame that ignites,
For in every footprint left upon this land,
Hope weaves our stories, forever hand in hand.
Indie
Wanderlust, Journey, Discovery, Horizon, Hope