I travel because I can

I heal because I’m man

My potions are kept on my cart

You could even say it holds my heart

Cut out from me

I hold it to heal

I hold it to feel

I hold it to be real

Without my heart

I don’t even know where to start

If I’m not real

Then how can I feel

If I’m not real to you

Am I real to me

How can I be real

If you don’t know how I feel

The only way for me to heal

Is for you to know how I feel

This is why I can never heal

If I don’t travel

I begin to unravel