The Man Who Travels
You cannot be free unless you are completely yourself
The Traveling Man travels
Through the vast land of Shadows
Accompanied by his own
And some clothes in a satchel
Migrating from place to place
Never staying long
He'd rather roam all day 'n night
Playing his favorite songs
He's a dreamer, a believer
And travels all alone
Wherever he lays his head to rest
Is where he calls his home
He belongs everywhere and nowhere, in case that isn't clear
People always love him, but he always disappears
The traveler is a slippery one
But if you ever meet him
Buy the man a drink
And ask about his freedom.
About the Creator
Sawyer Sullivan
I love to write and play with words.
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