Sleep is chasing me,
all around the house, it is.
Catches me sometimes.
The day is lovely,
the sun shines and it is warm,
bringing me such hope.
I think of summer,
hot and bright and barbaques,
ice cream and cold drinks.
Lock down keeps me down,
in the house and working hard,
thinking of escape.
Holidays maybe,
some distance shore with full board,
yes i could do that.
I miss travelling,
by car, bus, train or a plane,
just going somewhere.
I have had my fill,
I been to many places,
and some more than once.
Some I stay a while,
once for a year, and six years,
I could go again.
It’s called wandrlust,
and I like this word a lot,
for that’s what I have.
I don’t say goodbye,
I used to go and come back,
and then just get on.
I will do again,
wander off and somewhere nice,
that I can enjoy.
