“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