Traveling Man

The pain and pleasure of having nowhere to go.

You call to me from where you are standing,

In the comfort of your home with the fireplace going

And a book in your hand.

You look so warm and cozy from behind the window

And I feel a rush of affection for you

Because you have a warmth about you that reminds me of my mother.

But I call out triumphantly, “No! I cannot stay!”

And you tell me it’s pouring rain outside

As if I cannot see that for myself.

You must think I’m crazy,

But I am still young and spirited

And have miles to go before I catch cold and feel hungry and slow.

I was born a wanderer and shall remain so for a little while longer.

I could get lost for a little while longer,

But the homeless are never lost

For lost is when you have a place that you need to get back to

And as for me, I have nothing but my own two feet

Which don’t look like they’re leaving without me.

I could go places, be amazing, see beauties in nature you can only see once!

And I’ll keep my eyes open for a purpose in life.

When I grow tired of dancing in the rain and living life as one big freefall

I’ll find a home to settle down in.

And if I travel on and on

And remain empty handed,

With nothing more than my own reflection for company

I’ll just have to be young forever.

 

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it is always a choice, (and I'll keep my eyes open for a purpose in life.) love that line. very well written, almost whimsical, amazing tone and powerful diction.