Saturday, September 5, 2009

The traveller

I’m setting out on my own
Looking for a place to settle
A place I can call home

I’m walking out with nothing
But the clothes upon on my back
In too much of a hurry
There’s no time for me to pack

In another place I stop
My needs I do betray
Befriend no one; make no ties
I do not plan to stay

Never shall my journey end
There’s no home for me
I call upon my patron saint
Forever keep me free

I alone define the rules for my life

I will stand behind convictions of mine

I am the traveler