The Wanderer
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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?
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