Wanderlust

First attack, temperate
Learning not to hold against you
The shock of holding back
Couldn’t make even one mistake
I’ve realized what we see too often
Is all we’ll ever get
I was starting to forget
Give a little
Step aside and try to mind the bitterness
If you’ve called an «other»
You’re a traveler at odds
Never having a good start
Give a little
But be careful what you say
Fruit is changing into waste
Bleak disturbances we crave
This will never go away
Secretly hoping to get caught
Brushing off this wanderlust
I won’t cry and I won’t age