A Mind's Wanderlust

Traveling down tracks toward destinations unknown - not cared about anyway. Feeling wanderlust consuming minds from the inside out, itching to be on the move, never wanting to stay in one place, yet enjoying non-movement of peaceful and familiar surroundings. Always choosing directions of any particular express as long as I'm following travels of my heart, taking along my soul on a fatalistic solo journey, into a neverland of unacknowledged intellect, holding onto coattails of death as it passes by, going in the other direction, pulling me along whether wanting to go or not.