WANDERLUST.

You must not think because my glance is quick
To shift from this to that, from here to there, 
Because I am most usually where
The way is strangest and the wonders thick,
Because when wind is wildest and the bay
Swoops madly upward and the gulls are few
And I am doing as I want to do, 
Leaving the town to go my aimless way; 
You must not think because I am the kind
Who always shunned security and such 
As bother the responsible of mind
That I shall never total up to much; 
I known my drifting will not prove a loss, 
For mine is a rolling stone that has gathered moss. 


Richard Avedon