Two friends had a case of the wanderlust blues
They couldn’t stay put, so they put on their shoes
In the hopes to discover a wandering cure
One too dangerous to have ever been made before.
Armed with cameras and film and plenty of warm hats
The friends had ingredients to hunt down and catch.
They climbed mountains to grab sunsets,
Caught dandelion seeds with nets.
Their feet got wet and they laughed and cussed
And scooped up snow and leaves and sleep dust.
They squashed all these ingredients in an old, empty book
And finally went home, so happy they shook.
Already it seemed the cure had worked it’s spell,
They felt content and new, wonderfully swell.
A month went by, two at most
And they found themselves dreaming of the mountains, the coast,
All the in-between places they liked the best,
The wanderlust blues settled again in their chests.
When they took out their book
It became all too clear
They could not be cured
By memories or a look.
There was only one way to cure their wanderlust blues,
So they picked up their cameras
And put on their shoes.
I already posted a story tonight, but this just sort of happened. Dedicated to Vail and Sam's Colorado trip, and the braves it gave me