“Wanderlust” by Charlie Honea
February 19, 2015
She wanders aimlessly across the sand
Looking for the happiness
That she can find in another man
But alas she falls sharp
Upon the pain of despair
And she roves the ocean
Looking for her single tear
A wanderlust for the impossible
Searching for the hidden
A smile trapped in a cave
A breeze already blown away
The wanderlust of a lost soul
Has come and gone
The stars have burned brightly
Her journey has come to an end
For happiness is a fortune itself
And life is your banker
And your mind is your vault
That my lost woman, is wanderlust.
– Charlie Honea, CHHS Class of 2017