08-29-2013, 04:12 AM
The Wanderer
Saturday, August 24, 2013
2:21 AM
Since the day I left the womb
I believe that my bones were branded
As a wanderer.
My mind seeks answers
And my heart says they aren't here
So I ponder.
Where can I go to find
A scene so serene that I
Find my place.
I want to be remembered
I want to travel everywhere with
A swift grace.
I need my smile to come naturally
No longer a forced mask of happiness
As a show.
I want to taste the sea breeze
I need to go everywhere that there
Is to go.
Am I mad, or insane?
To yearn for something so much
Like a dream?
To put my stray mind
Next to the flow of a beautiful
Mountain stream.
Will this urge someday simply
Roll swiftly away like the storm
Of thunder?
Or did the good Lord simply
Brand my bones
As a wanderer?
Saturday, August 24, 2013
2:21 AM
Since the day I left the womb
I believe that my bones were branded
As a wanderer.
My mind seeks answers
And my heart says they aren't here
So I ponder.
Where can I go to find
A scene so serene that I
Find my place.
I want to be remembered
I want to travel everywhere with
A swift grace.
I need my smile to come naturally
No longer a forced mask of happiness
As a show.
I want to taste the sea breeze
I need to go everywhere that there
Is to go.
Am I mad, or insane?
To yearn for something so much
Like a dream?
To put my stray mind
Next to the flow of a beautiful
Mountain stream.
Will this urge someday simply
Roll swiftly away like the storm
Of thunder?
Or did the good Lord simply
Brand my bones
As a wanderer?
