Vagabond's Hopes
Living the dream
I cannot seem to sit still
So I wander where I will
Always looking for somewhere
Bouncing around with no care
I am cursed with wanderlust
Voyaging because I must
Always on the hunt for more
Disappear before I bore
Seeking new exotic way
Til my itch seizes the day
Pushes me onto glory
Fuels me for the next story
After all it is my choice
See this life and give it voice
Yet one day I hope to find
Someone who is of like mind
One with whom to share the ride
The one to watch the world beside
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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