The Nomad

The dusty trail the Nomad walks

Beyond voluptuous valleys

Across fields of sun burnt pastures 

The chaotic world left behind

With no one in sight

He walks without sound or murmur 

In quiet contemplation of that he has left 

And of the future unknown 

With each step of his worn boots

The weight lifts from his past left behind 

The burden of his pack easier to manage 

He carries all the worldly possessions he needs

His life, his beliefs, his future 

Storms, winds, burning days he has faced

His face weather beaten 

His clothes threadbare 

But his heart is joyous and light 

When he started his journey he had no idea where it would lead

He has accepted it has no end 

That is the life of the Nomad

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