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......