10:33 Wanderer

Such afflictions cross the globe that no deity could turn unchanged from it, but there exists beyond that the pains of the inexplicable. Any warrior can handle pain. Any child can suffer a cold. But the wanderer suffers something altogether different. A burning emptiness that no amount of travel can smother. Not booze, nor drugs, nor women can stave the infernal gray that tints every scene not fresh to the eye. A familiar tree, a comfortable bend in the road, a passerby who looks like a friend or bartender or shopkeep you once claimed to know. Anything can send the illusion of a different world crashing down into the gray haze again.

This is of course not to discount the pains of those that suffer afflictions of the body.A body and mind must work in unison. The ailment of one is the curse of the other. But bodily pains can be shut out. They can be left at the door by your hat and coat and bottle of pills.

An illness of the soul cannot.

Traverse the globe.
Take in its peoples.
Discover its wonders.
For when you are through,
You're left only with You.

The Wanderlust.