The familiar road of gravel

Crunches beneath my boots as I travel

The wind at my back, the sun in my face

I could not imagine any better place

The idea of a “home” is not one I know

To stay is to settle, to move is to grow

Life soon becomes stagnant in a singular place

So in wandering the world, I discover my grace

Sometimes it gets tiring to wander alone

But no one wants to join me in the places few go

My life is a story, my future a mystery

The farther I go, the more I become part of history

If in my heart there was ever a doubt

I’d just look at the stars, let my view pan out

Every once in a while I’ll wish I could fly

Since if I grew wings I could traverse both land and sky

As the dusk beckons dark

The landscape still stark

Moonlight guides me on

Since the path that I walk is endlessly long