My mind is a wanderer, a vagabond mesmerised,
chasing varied ventures, striving not to be capsized,
the wind swaying it and enticing, with its dreamy gestures so coy
and summoning the ships of my mind, whispering lets begin, ahoy.
Many a things to see, gazing around in wonder and awe,
so fascinated by nature, everything so novel and raw,
time like fluids flowing, effortlessly against the ticking clock,
so inclined to stop and drown, but unwilling to be blocked.
With each ushering tide, being flown to places here and there,
moving in a pendulum like motion, so intricately detailed yet bare,
people and things, and animals and trees, ideologies & views galore,
some so concrete, some ever evolving, some always expecting more.
My mind is a little child craving to go beyond all things seen,
keen to conquer the horizon, discover where no one's been,
new places & faces, new emotions & things, new stories to listen and tell,
some handed down by others, some created with illusions woven well.
My mind is a wanderer, a vagabond mesmerised,
chasing varied ventures, striving not to be capsized,
the wind swaying it and enticing, with its dreamy gestures so coy
and summoning the ships of my mind, whispering lets begin, ahoy.
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