September 20, 2013

The Wanderer Must Wander On

A song. Currently a music-less song, but a song nonetheless.

                                                                                                    

His footprints can be found in a thousand different places
His eyes have gazed upon a million different faces
His name is in each guest book, but he’s never a guest for long
He leaves the place with a leisurely pace, and the band starts another song

He blows about the earth like a leaf in autumn breeze
Small and without purpose, but absolutely free
He’s not much conversation, although he has much to say
A bed for the night in the soft city light and he goes his separate way

There are aisles to be walked, there is rice to be thrown
There is cake to be eaten, there are candles to be blown
There are memories to ponder, but the mountains still stand yonder, so the wanderer must wander on

The things that he has seen are hidden deep within his gaze
His expression is the memory of countless long past days
He never collects on the debts that he is owed
Just another mile with that peaceful smile, and he’s back on the lonely road

He knows that life is fleeting, and he knows it is not fair
But he’s been walking long enough that he does not really care
He knows that he must leave soon, but he’s happy to be there
Away from the night, into the light, and into the open air

There are words to be written, there are speeches to be made
There are pictures to be taken, there is music to be played
There are memories to ponder, but the mountains still stand yonder, so the wanderer must wander on

The wanderer must wander on