For the Vagabond
Traversing streets, you answer to strangers They’d say they don’t know kindness until you. You would welcome new people and ventures, And leave them inspired as you bid adieu.
Weary as the road, scathed in scouring; You find yourself, but your truth's unfulfilled. Being lonely is part of wandering. Thank you for braving through the journey still.
So in lifetimes you spend chasing the sun, Know that my door's open when you're undone.


















