The Wanderer

I claim the open sky as my roof tonight, With stars as my witnesses, the moon my guiding light. Don’t call me broken, don’t call me lost, I’ve chosen freedom’s path, no matter the cost. I’m a wanderer, not homeless, My home’s within my heart, no matter where I go. These streets are my horizon, I’m not lost, I’m not forgotten, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be found. My backpack holds my treasures, my dreams, my tales untold, I’ve chased a thousand sunrises, watched rivers of gold. While others stare through glass at the world outside, I dance with the wind, my spirit untied. I’m a wanderer, not homeless, My home’s within my heart, no matter where I go. These streets are my horizon, I’m not lost, I’m not forgotten, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be found. Some are born to settle, some are born to roam, Don’t pity what you can’t understand, this world is my home. I’m a wanderer, not homeless, see the fire in my eyes, I’ve embraced this boundless journey beneath the endless skies. No labels can restrain me, no judgment can confine, I’m not broken, I’m not empty, I’m free in soul and mind.