Places I have passed by
Places I have called mine
Places that I long to retreat
Places that have left behind an imprint
Have only enriched me whole
On this journey long,
Of sharp turns and bumpy roads
With hundreds I've crossed paths
With strangers I've shared laughs
And as a souvenir sweet
Now I carry their tales.
I am not a caged bird, caught
To be pinned to a fixed spot
Heart looks for an escape route
As not one place is my only home
They call me a nomadic soul
With a desire to witness the world
To travel places as it's beaty unfold
And to carry within me
A tiny glimpse of all
And I keep on moving
As for people there's yet
A thousand left to meet,
A thousand left to greet.