The traveller

The traveller never went far from their heart
Except when they returned
For every time they rested
It was travel that they yearned

So they followed their heart away
Across the sky and sea
Finding rejuvenation in the waters
In each new land they'd see

It mattered not with whom they went
If they ventured out alone
Nor that they'd never see every place
For the thrill was in the unknown

And so the traveller went, and as payment for their aches and ails
They filled themself with memories, and told the world their tales

A bonus poem, written for a friend