There is a yearning deep in my bones
to see lands far from home;
to sleep under a different sky;
to smell strange aromas upon the wind;
and to just be places I've never been.

Don't tie me down to just one place
for I need to feel the desert on my face.
I need to climb up mountains, rocks, and crags
and walk the plains through an endless sea of grass.
Why? It's just who I am - I don't ask.

Once, I'd have been a mountain man
or perhaps led wagon teams west in caravan.
In a future not revealed, I'll pilot starships
across the vast gulf between planets and stars.
I now live in a world explored, yet my wanderlust takes me far.

by Troy Hibbitts, March 1997