Traveler

Every day I walk pulling my cart of necessities.
I walk to find a home, a place to call my own.
I carry a weight others can’t see.
They are objects that weigh my mind.

I pass by towns, and cities pulling my cart.
They all blur together in the same bright sunlight.
Everywhere I go I see happiness and joy.
I meet new personalities in every town and city.
Yet no matter how much I laugh and smile I still feel that I don’t belong.

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