A Nomads Life

Maybe the life of a nomad is for me To always let my spirit be free Accept homelessness as the steady state of things As each new adventure in my life begins Change the swirling river I need to sail As in each direction I again do fail Living from my car day to day As with different friends I do stay Being a nomad in a so very, modern way Hardly conventional is all I can say Sam my dear little, silver battered car Been the most stable thing in my life thus far Forgotten by many but perhaps a few What's wrong with me, I haven't a clue Can it be I'm always so wrong Maybe tis tru I just don't belong To find my place ill keep on trying E'en though I stumble continuously crying But I know to truly overcome to succeed Tis my soul I must nourish and feed Resilience must become my middle name As I play life's vicious mind locked game Though from others I'm so far apart My roots belong deep in my heart Homelessness just a current state of mind As I search in vain for my own kind I've so many mysteries of life to unwind My destiny to to go out and find Maybe the nomads life is for me A rolling stone forever to be For now ill keep moving and wait to see.