Poetry

I wonder where I am going
for I know where I have been.
I wonder which new roads
I will have travel down
before I get back here again.

My life is such a mystery
from dawn to dusk,
and I wonder if ever
I will find the place
where I will truly belong.


I am a traveller of the roads
never calling anywhere my home,
but I keep looking for
the right heart on the right road
and a place to call home.



5 November 2011