A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.
A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.
It's a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He'll get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.
It's a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.
For a nomad, it never stops
There's no such thing as enough.
Globe-trotting is a purpose
This nomadic life he chose.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC
A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.
A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.
It's a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He'll get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.
It's a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.
For a nomad, it never stops
There's no such thing as enough.
Globe-trotting is a purpose
This nomadic life he chose.
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