The Gift of a Restless Soul, the wanderer


Everybody, everybody has a restless soul 
How do I know?
My soul. 

It says, I was restless until you found me where I was and for the first time did not expect me to go where you wanted me to go and I appreciated that more than words can tell. And, in that deep and silent appreciation, lies my contentment. And our nobility.

This is not a one shot deal, though, a soul 
can be counted on to grow restless
as life unfolds. It is the nature
and you will be vexed
until you remember 
again and again
what is to be done.