Wanderlust

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Woke up one day
to an itch that wouldn't go away.
I found myself staring, looking around
for something that couldn't be found.
So I got up and changed
and just up and went.
Where to?
I hardly knew.
My feet did the talking,
deciding where,
while my mind's
blissfully unaware.
My eyes took in scenes
whatever they may be.
I breathed in the smell
of life all around me.
My fingers tapped
that invisible hum.
My ears listened
and drowned the inner sounds.
Like a specter
among the crowds gathered,
I walk on
towards places I'll come to know.