The Wanderer Faith

THE WANDERER'S FAITH: I'm a wanderer. In search of livelihood in the land of wander. Where is the treasure I've searched from border to border, From days when I was younger? Here I go on an empty road, Burdened with a heavy load. As I seek for a land of gold. My only motivation is to be bold. Since the story is untold, Surely will time tell when the results begin to unfold. Trusting in the hustle is the power I uphold. That's the story of men of old. Everyone pretend to feel bad as I walk in the midnight cold. Whilst life turmoil expect my dream to be sold. But the dream is perfectly thrown. And it won't ever be disowned. Rejection won't land me in death row, To become a dead soul. For that's what keeps me on the go. And it's a beautiful case of hope. Making me a man with reasonable scope. I wish to have it all. But life issue is as such of a rolling ball, So it's never my end when I fall. Everything will surely come back to its good state after all. And I will never lose my value. For as great man do GOD makes me anew, As my mind won't ever be laid askew. This piece would only be understood by few.