The Wanderer

The wanderer that I am looking for nothing but a place to rest,
For the lone wolf in me has endured and passed the test.

The world is not where I belong;
my home is not a place or someone.

Years pass by without care to whether I have found my place,
Maybe it’s not meant for me to find a home but rather live in grace.

With worn out legs I carry on, humming my song;
I walk my path towards the horizon.

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