All my life from place to place
Rolling stone, no moss and no face
Come and go without a trace
Drifting through this endless space
Must be beautiful, magical
you're free like a bird
No moss as you toss
through the waves of the world
I'll never be, I'll never know
Though I'm free, I've got no home
Rootless, faceless and alone
Wherever I drift, wherever I roam
Having a place, a simple pleasure
I cannot fathom, cannot measure
but what I have, I do treasure
to see, to grow, I'm free, I know.
Written about my life as a third culture kid- to show that it is a dubious thing to travel all your life, pleasant as it may sound to some.