Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The nomad

A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.

A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.

It is a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He will get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.

It is a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.

     This nomadic life he chose.
     Globetrotting is a purpose
     For a nomad, it never stops
     There is no such thing as enough.