Not Lost


Not all that wander are lost.
Interesting idea, true but not commonly thought
I wander not because I am lost
Or because I am looking for something.
I wander out of curiosity, boredom, restlessness.
I can't stop moving; I can't stay still.

I wander because I grew up moving
Never living one place four or more years.
I grew up knowing I would never see
Many of my friends again,
That goodbye was my most often word said.

I knew that in three years I would have a fresh start
A clean slate empty of all my past actions.
That there really was no consequence, no great plague of punishment.

I've heard the call. It's ingrained in me
The desire, the pull, the need to roam.
I can't deny it and I can't give in.

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This Poems Story

I wrote this poem when I was going through a rough patch socially, I felt that the way I had grown up had negatively impacted my ability and will to make friends. I also felt that the constant moving had caused me to no longer be able to feel settled anywhere.