“Wanderlust” by Charlie Honea

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