Sunday

The Wanderer


I am but a wanderer,
I call no place home.
The places I travel,
I journey alone.

I am a face in the crowd,
a dim reflection in the glass.
Just another long shadow,
as I walk past.

I have no roots, no ties,
nothing earthly to hold me down.
Nothing to cling to,
as I travel round and round.

Oh I've passed right bye you,
you see I look like all the rest.
Those with a home,
and those with a quest.

I still stop along the way,
and rest for a time.
But wherever I am,
 I know...
 this place isn't mine.

So now I just wander,
from place to place.
Content to walk alone,
as I finish my race.