?Vagabonds¿

Have you ever been a vagabond;

A wanderer quite like me?

With the long nights

and

Streetlights

and

Cold air causing

Breath you can see;

Where the road is home,

The soul has a need to roam

Until it’s understood or

set free?

I don’t know

whether I’m running from

Or am running to, most days.

I need to leave,

and keep searching for peace.

I pace the halls

but the desire to run

flows through my blood stream.

dh.

10.15.2022