To my wanderlust

Who is to say

from heaven or hell

the decisions we undertake

are false through and through?

for our judgement

of right and wrong

should not be limited by physical nor spiritual bounds.

tethered to that subconcious feeling,

these gut reactions set forth,

motions upon motions

a guiding light

that leads us from our earthly plight.

Thus, my soul is still a wanderlust.

adventure be its name.

lessons I learn from mistakes I make

remind me that without moral strain

there can be no goodly gain.

so i travel through the woods of dark

to see whom I can find;

my life led by circumstance

to that i cannot change,

for why do i predict the chance

to see what is unknown

I should always prepare for battle

with whichever unseen and mighty foe.

for what do we attain

from conquered men

than just rewards and mortal souls?

but, craving still that battle heart

we loudly call out for any row!

though the battle is won,

do not fall stray,

keep your swords sharpened still;

let not that shield of yours,

emblemed with family name,

gather dust and rust from time unused

that one strike, a crack, destruct.

always keep at the ready;

for those who question your morality

will one day face your sword.

so sword and shield kept clean,

be ready for that battle cry

to which all men duly jump forth

to protect that which cannot die

the soul and spirit of the wanderlust

that guides each heart though life

and shows each and every one of us

that right is always right.

Be scared of what is known;

fear not that we cannot see;

for life is just a chivalrous adventure

let your wanderlust call out to thee!