The Wanderer

Being outside is an inspiring thing

The sun, its beats down upon me
Like the weight of my heavy burden
The wind, it blows ever so softly
Following where ever I go
off the beaten path, into the unknown
Through the endless plains
And the towering forests I will go
To the beasts of the wild
Into the caves of lore long forgotten
Here I am, traveling to the ends of the world
So many questions, not enough answers
My burden grows ever so heavy
A wanderer in search of purpose
Nothing more am I
My souls calls out to the sea
A vassal of life
Yet so unfulfilling
Yet again I grow restless
Maybe it is my purpose
To float with the wind
And wonder the world
Fathering the lore of time to come
My burden feels lighter now