melancholy seeps through my cracks
drips through the windows of my soul
strips me bare to the marrow in my bones

i crave that journey to that terra incognito
that never-seen-before place I yearn for
that breath of mystery that lies before me

i am like the donkey being led with a carrot
ever following this dream
and this dream is like a fey-light
just as i grasp it at last
in fades away

i am in a state of fernweh,
everseeking my next home…

(c) allen simpson
fernweh (German) (n) a longing to travel, missing a place you have never been

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