Wanderlusting Eyes for You

Wanderlusting Eyes For You

Hard to come by, it’s no surprise,

The flip of a coin,

Could never reveal the writing on the side.

But when it stops it states what it implies.

scratch a ticket, win a prize.

And I’m strutting through doorways,

To rooms empty of air,

Led astray by other places unwanting,

Rooms that cheat and play unfair.

Where did our time together flock to-

In space, within the galaxy’s spiral?

All the blending colors,

A ring to marry the night,

The epicenter, a pretty, little pearl-

Or a coin, or a room, or wanderlust.


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