Wanderlust Poem by Kwai Chee Low

My mind a blank canvas, numb from endless travels
The road ahead a dwindling silver thread
Arriving and leaving, my life unravels

Through thunderstorms and bright sunshine
Across quiet villages and noisy cities
My urge to roam away from my confines

Never taking roots, the need to move
In my blood and in my soul
A burning fire that nothing can sooth

How I yearn to finally stop
Make peace with my restless soul
Perhaps only when I drop
When white haired and shaky knees, tell me so!