Wanderlust Is Glorious - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

Wanderlust is glorious
To ponder thighs and bust
And supple skin and warmth within
Wanderlust is precarious
A carnal dream with lurid themes distracts me from reality
Or so it seems
Wanderlust is envious In search of the physical
Reminiscent of a younger age
A lusty rage for ecstasy and fantasy
Wanderlust is sadly mysterious
Trying to come up with a defense
For a second person pluperfect tense
But I'm not known for common sense
Wanderlust is the bitter sweetness
Of dreams and reality
Of facts and hyperbole
And not knowing which is which
Wanderlust is just a bust
Of aimless dreams and farcical schemes
Of dust and ashes
And final crashes