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A stillness settles in the town
The world is gray and drab and smooth
No chains are here to hold me down,
And yet today I cannot move.

But this must end and this must go
Withdraw I will and move I must
For clearly this is nothing but
A deathly case of wanderlust.

I walk alone amid a crowd
Of people I know nothing of
You fill your lives with happiness
But me, I search for broken love.

So have your cookie-cutter houses
Empty books and plastic rings
Someday maybe I’ll be brave
And judge my life by lifeless things.

You act so sure, but I cannot
I cannot bear to see, it seems,
The sad and pretty landscape of
Your shyly hopeful, shattered dreams.

I’d love to stay right here with you
But I must tell you, I cannot
For truth is, darling, I have caught
A deathly case of wanderlust.

My eyes are closing by themselves
The midnight pushing
Them asleep;
That hour now has come and gone
For me to spare
What I may keep

And yet I’m here,
Still humming my
Unspoken lonely lullaby;
Waiting, smiling
Oh, so blue
For one more word,
Or two,
From you.

Tomorrow, I will fall awake
For knowledge of your
Secret smile,
And waste away
My perfect day
To catch a glimmer of your guile;

To walk with you
On lonesome streets,
And dine on tea and bitter sweets
Smiling stealthily, askew
For one more glance,
Or two,
At you.

The next day, maybe
I will fly,
Or steal away
Into the night
To fall into the midnight sky;
And find my solace there, alight,

Then plummet, mindless,
To the ground
The pain irrelevant, profound -
I care for nothing;
But I know
To sing for you,
And you alone.