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.