wanderlust.

What is this life I'm living
and what am I going to do with it?

I don't quite know,
but I am not limited.
I can never read all the books I want;
I can never be all the people I want to be
and live all the lives I want to live.
I can never train myself in all the skills I want.
And why do I want?
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations
of mental and physical experience possible in my life.
And I am unlimited and quick to hope.
I have so much to live for,
and yet I have just started living.
I never could have imagined my failures
and how I would build upon them
and continue on my many adventures.
All that I have gained is experience
in the form of feeling
in the form of knowledge,
it's no wonder my head is so round.
Surely it's just my brain trying to expand.
Which I am fairly positive happens in my sleep.
Because I have a tenancy to awake with a knowledgeable smile.
Perhaps it is due to my overactive REM cycle
in which Leopard print seems to overwhelm my dreams.
Or maybe it happens when I awake
to my vintage bedside lamp
with its custom hand painted shade.
(I have a tenancy to get crafty on occasion.)
Whatever the case may be
I am so very happy.
And I love living.