The Wanderer

Walking in a line, step by step I go.

Crossed this country 5 million times, or so.

Concrete pavement is my home,

The trees are my neighbors,

The rocks are my friends.

Walking in the forest; ain't got no place else to go.

A soul has time to wander.

Under starry skies, and black days, and bright lit nights.

It's all the same to me, land is land, and snow is snow.

Eventually, I have to return to my human existence,

Away from my dear moon.

And a human box contains my soul.

And a human man destroys it.

Until I get tired of it all,

So god damned sick of it all!

And I run back to my swamp, and trees, and city night lights.

Because I'm always, running back to you.