The Roamer roams on,
without thought or mind,
he is free and on his own,
but at what cost?
He roams in the day,
walking the streets,
shabbily dressed, and
confused for a vagrant.
He roams in the night
boots trampling the mud,
of a slick rain-struck sidewalk,
with no direction or guide.
He roams from city to city,
staying for just a few weeks,
then he's off again to
roam to another city.
He roams the woods,
when he gets bored
with the cities and lights,
and the noise and people.
He roams the fields,
observing the sights,
utterly alone with
his thoughts as company.
He roams the world,
roaming far and wide,
searching for something,
he just can't find.
He roams endlessly,
evermore for something
more, yet will he lose
himself in the process?
The Roamer is a nomad,
searching for a place,
for a people who he
can call his home.
