Wanderlust

I want to travel where no one
has gone before and survived;
Beyond the brink of death,
where no grandfather clock
could strike a quarter till. 

I want to pass the rivers of soul,
past the never ending hunger of life,
the starvation of hope. 

I want to travel to the most hidden
depths of your mind, figure you out,
put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

Where did the time go? 
I’m missing at least six pieces
beneath the pines in my home town. 
And you are too content to leave me
here to die. 

– BIATA

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