The Wanderer in my Heart

Open fields are too easy to saunter,
Give me some thorns to wade through,
For I have no urge to stroll anymore
Give me a crooked path to meander.

I’ve forgotten sentimental foolishness
I only remember its sappy triviality
So with my heart I think not anymore
Give me a mind to conquer.

The restless energy stirs inside
But today I don’t need to tame it,

It rejuvenates my desire to explore