The Ballad of the Eternal Vagabond…

I’m walking along, whistling my song,

No more masks,

no soulless charades,

masquerading as being strong…

I’m just a man,
no map, no plan,

my compass is my heart,
urging me ever on,

to pick up my smiles,
as I prepare to depart…

To walk along,
singing my song,

on these paths I’ve chosen,

thawing my insides,
that have been in limbo, frozen…

I’m walking along,
humming my song,

no more faked laughs,
without or within,

embracing myself,

as I strum my song,
to myself,

for now,
at last,

to myself,
I finally belong…