The Wanderer

I met you once on the side of the road

you were walking in no particular direction

You said your name was wanderer 

and you were searching for an end


At night you slept looking at your compass

where it pointed north no matter where you stood

Your watch upon your arm was stuck on midnight

Yet you always knew what time it was


You were searching for an end that never came

With a life that was ending soon

Your back was all I could see

As you disappeared from view


Your eyes only stared forward

Never again to see your face

Traveling in no particular direction

Following the path your soul made


They call you the wanderer

one who searches for an end

And I?

Well I'm where you'll begin......


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