Traveling poems formed by my creative conscious whilst blissfully ignorant

Maybe one day
my free spirit
will find your
lost soul and 
we'll wander
until our feet
are sore
and our hearts
are full.



The lust for travel.
To journey into the unknown,
To venture where your peers not go.
To find out firsthand what the world is like,
To find yourself and grow.




One's own personal assumption 
is the biggest liar.




Curious Minds Will Wander.




Fail Hard Win More.