“Not all who wander are lost” ~  J.R.R. Tolkien 


Not all who wander are lost

I am the restless wanderer

ever searching for a home

but until I find that place

there are worlds for me to roam


I know not where I’m going

or where I plan to be

but as sure as the sun shall rise

I’ll follow the path in front of me

I live for my Self

for the moons my closest friend

and the stars are there to guide me

until my time will end


Yet I hope to find great love

that will fill my lonely heart

and a place that warms my soul

so much, that I’d die to part…


Please don’t shed a tear for me

for like the words of this poem

one day my search will end 

at a place I’ll call home…


I’ve found my home

where ever I go it’s with me

for my soul is the feeling

and my heart the key