i don't know where i am, sincerely.
i don't know how i got here, sincerely.
i must be lost, sincerely;
because, i am a vagabond.

it started out clean, the road ahead.
it grew towards change, the road ahead.
so many paths to choose, the road ahead.
because, i am a vagabond.

which shall i follow.
shall i mind their course.
shall i make my own;
because, i am a vagabond.

i know i saw a tree in the middle of a lake
i know i saw clouds of tremendous size collapse
i know i saw the water glow under the stars at night
because, i am a vagabond.

i don't know how i got here
i don't know how i lost these things
i don't know where i am, sincerely.
i don't know why i am, sincerely.

i know along the way i rested
i know along the way i found rest
i know along the way i felt i finally found my place to rest in peace
but i don't know how i got there.
and now i'm here, outside of my rest.

i don't know how i got here
i don't know where i am
i don't know where my rest is
because, i am a vagabond.

and now i'm here
i don't know where to go
i don't know which way to head
i don't know where i'm going
and i guess that is o.k.
because, i am a vagabond

one day i will see my path, and my road ahead
one day i will know where i am, and my road ahead
one day i will know how i got here, and my road ahead
one day i will have my place to rest, and my road ahead
because, i am a vagabond.

from end to end
toe to toe
ear to ear
you pull me apart.
you're not even near
or close enough to touch
but the thought of you
pulls me apart.
from tooth to toenail
fingertips to kneecaps
heels to earlobes
from end to end
you've pulled me apart
leaving me to hunt,
search every corner,
lift all mossy stones,
for the pieces of me
you threw away in haste.

No.
I say no
To the things you say.
But also, more importantly,
How you choose to say them.
With the distance of tropical rains
And foreign tongues of tonality
Trees of exotic grains
Moist with fragrant oils

You speak as though you're unfulfilled
An empty field of fallen flowers
Full of lost beauty
A shame.
You once spoke like spring,
Rain upon my roots
No.
I say no,
Not anymore.

no,
i do not know you.
no,
we have never met, probably never will.
no,
you will never hear words read from my mouth
but,
i need you to know
that
i love you.
that
you are loved by me.
no,
you do not have to love me.
no,
i can not expect that from you.
no,
you do not know me,
and
probably never will
but
you need to know
that
much more than who i am,
and
much more than who you are,
and
despite our separate worlds
and
the distance keeping everything between,
know that
i love you,
know that
you are loved by me.