I yearn for something,
But I don’t know what it is.
I yearn for somewhere,
without knowing where.
My heart hurts,
But I don’t know for what.
It yearns for something,
That which I am unable to infer.
I yearn for change,
For my next escapade.
I’m bored and restless,
Prepared to start a new crusade.
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