Wanderdust

Those with ADD should completely be able to relate to this, or this poem of for those that simply just want to live in a constant state of feel good and exciting emotions.

My love is lost, Ive been told
So what is there to do
But sit and ponder
Lines and letters
Vacancies familiar
Or to wander, following feeling as it comes and goes

And from my corner of squalor
Its a sweet disposition
To dance on this graveyard of paper airplanes
To be taken with you curious ways
Never alone, never committing, never wishing
Never living, always revived

Did we first learn to dance taking a nod from the trees
Or did it occur naturally
After rising from our fallen knees
And the dust from my heart covers my sleeve
Finding its way home
Gone with the tune of a breeze