Where the restless souls go,

Nobody knows

Does it take a toll on them when they try to grow

Or maybe it takes a great deal out of them getting accustomed to working around

Being lost or being found

Is it prompted by something more?

The only thing for sure is for the restless soul,

Forward or monotone is the only way to go

Up until,

Only until something stirs them into halting their wandering

It has to be that thing that keeps them from wondering

Will I stay or will I go?

Do I keep in mind or don't I know?

The rhetorical seems so logical to them

Up until that one thing they've wanted that they didn't know they wanted

Keeps the rhetorical illogical

Keeps the wandering quite routine

But is it the one thing that keeps a restless soul a whole being?

Keeping it whole as so that the soul wonders no more

Who they are

Where they're going

What kept them from opening up their scope

All of the souls that keep their hearts half full,

It's ok to be that way

Yet, is the restlessness you feel only ok for today?

What about tomorrow?

A year or two?

See, this question is difficult to ponder

If your soul doesn't get antsy too

For the souls that are content,

Wouldn't know what to do

They wouldn't understand this piece of mind

They wouldn't begin to get the state of being

That a restless soul hates repeating

Repetition isn't a problem if there's an answer to be found

To all my restless souls:

Your time of finding what you seek is near

The routines burdening you will pale in comparison

To the wish that will revive you

To the progress that will thrive for you

To the energy you spread thinly in what is irrelevant in your quest

My dear restless souls,

I understand your discontent

There is reason to feel anxious

Trust me, I know

But a restless soul definitely has places to go

Things to see and people to meet

As the old saying goes

So I say to all of my fellow ones:

Let every dreaming night belong to us

The golden and restless souls