Life of a Wanderer

I am that person noone wishes to be, 

A picture of hopelessness and desperation 

Everyday as the sun rises, finds me with no plan 

Apart from wandering around the world. 

My legs are full of blisters 

While the face is wrinkled from the scorching sun. 

Walking and walking is what I do best 

With no definite destination. 

I follow the rough road to where it leads, 

Till I get to the end of it-

Cause walking, is what I do best.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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A  Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 5:24 AM
Well done
Mwangi Avatar
August 18, 2015 at 4:14 AM
at least you get to see the world you see what others only dream of. sometimes having no plan is the best plan of them all.
Wanjohi Avatar
August 27, 2015 at 5:33 AM
haha...but it always feels bad to live without any plans...
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