Traveller, Traveller
Traveller, where are thee bound
Upon this earth of broken ground
Barefoot and damaged
Blood stained and torn
Travelling since the day you're born
Infant child, from teen to man
No-one, some-one
Who can tell?
Investor in the end of time
With knowledge of a different kind
An air of confidence, yet fear within
Traveller, art thou my sin?
My crimes that walk from dust till dawn
That I may live unscathed, unharmed
Invisible that none may see
Traveller, Traveller , are you me?
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2012
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