Oh I wish I was a wanderer,
Who's seen the planes of yonder, the
passerby striking you with sonder, her
hair ever messy but eyes of wonder.
Oh I wish I'd tasted the air of east
And could dive through my memories and feast,
Upon forests, dunes, mountains and beasts
or reminice with regality at least.
Oh how I do wish my feet were travelled so,
Kissed by the paths of long ago,
Boots melded to my feet toe to toe,
Leaving wisps of soul wherever I go.
I can wish and wish until my tongue is sore,
Perhaps it is envy, plain and raw ,
Or perhaps I am afraid if I step out that door,
That I'll keep running, forevermore.
About the Creator
Tilda Colling
she/her + yorta yorta woman
Hi, I'm an 19 year old uni student, navigating the world and stuck in writing everything I see, hear or feel. Hoping to give people a new perspective, or new ideas about my experiences.
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