Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet a man, a traveler takes off his pack-so heavy and reclines for a rest. they dont know his name, they never do they wont even bother to ask he troubles them-his mysterious past leads them to prejudiced views but were one to ask, for if naught but a name what would this traveler say- would he speak? a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass "Im Wanderer, the world is my street." Wanderer-what a name does it signify much of his life or is it a code- a cypher? an enigma to his past.