Traveler · 3:56am Jun 12th, 2012
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.
So I travel, pulling my cart of necessities.
I travel carrying the invisible weight.
To a place, a home that I can call my own, but I know in my heart, that I’ll never find it.