Friday, December 24, 2010


With song in my lips and joy in my heart,
I shall march ahead on foot or on a cart.
I don’t know the path, I can't see my goal,
I cannot be contained in a small rabbit hole.

I shall not stop; I will wander and roam,
My world lies outside and not in my home.
My legs will not stop and I cannot take rest
I want to keep searching to find out the best.

One life is too short to see the whole world,
but we always have time to sing with a bird.
My travels will not cease, I will never rust,
will walk even to my death, I am wanderlust
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