Wanderlust

A disease with no cure.
Targeting the heart, soul, body, and mind.
No lengths of the Earth can sate it
Because it is the undeniable lust for more.

More sights to see,
More people to meet,
More experiences to treasure.
There is no cure to something with an
Infinite amount of tastes.

Materialism is unwelcome
To the infected’s home.
It is the acquired lifestyle to
Have less, be more, and do more.
Spoils are mere distractions
To a life inspired.

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