My mind is a wanderer,
But she knows where to go.
I wonder why she's not a squanderer,
She saves for tomorrow.
She has an itchy feet,
Sometimes she feels like visiting two different cities at a time.
Feeling at home for long makes her effete,
Her strength lies in wandering life.
She's married to the game,
No matter the challenges she's not ready for a divorce.
Her eyes is on the aim,
Traveling for months or years to learn a course.
Goals triggered wanderlust,
Arriving where she wants to be before she turns dust.
