The Wanderer

To Kurt

                As the cold wind swipes my face

                And the gale raise high and dances

                As the morning sun plays hide and seek

                And the rain dampens all your spirits meek

               

                I, the lone wolf, is always on the move

                And I don’t have anything to prove

                Never to stay in one place twice

                Never to pay that ultimate Price

                You make noise and clamor

                With your small glorified travel for praise and glamour

                But have you tasted the salt of a rain

                Have you ever strained your ears to the winds song of pain?

                We often cross each other in the highway

                To the onlookers we look same on any given day

                But, don’t let it fool your own self

                Unlike you all, to know myself, I don’t need help

                We tread the same road but different path

                Your invisible chain will bring you back to your berth

                While the rain, the sun, the wind and fogs are my constant friend

                You keep you visor down, complaining you try to blend

                But, I don’t have a shackle of gold to hold my wings

                Neither do I have a golden wings

                I broke those bonds quite some ages back

                And wander across the world, riding my dreams

                                                                                                                                Roby