Wanting Wanderlust

A poem which, hopefully, will resonate with anyone wanting something more than an unremarkable existence.

Each day, sort of waiting for something to happen

Never did possess a very strong sense of carpe diem

So I sit, like no god damn good poet before me,

who would get up, go out and grab life by the balls,

If needs be 

I endeavor to adventure; I long to roam, 

through fields, streets, cities, all very alien to me

I want to take in every experience 

and savour my surroundings... but I don't want

enough

And so I need my wants to be something more,

a call to arms, galvanizing me, propelling me

into this future of Latin suns and Nordic moons 

Bars in Brasil, learning languages in Tokyo,

Moscow 

Can i not be so responsible?

Can I cut the chord, so to speak?

And just live recklessly 

If not for a little while