Wanderlust

I sat down at the computer one night, and this is the product. No rhyme or reason.

 
My mind consumes me.
Thoughts eat away at me, corroding my sight.
Where to turn? What to dream?
This world has swallowed me.

Waiting to be, to live.
To feel the rush of life,
As it soars so quickly by.
Aching for answers.
Why must we be so urgent?
Be free.

Be free to wander.
Be free to lust.
Be free to love.
Be free to care.
Be free to not.
Be something.
Be anything.

Simply, Be.