a traveller's song

come sit weary traveller

we share a common ache

and for the sake of this longing

an acquaintance we must make

by now your intellect must’ve realized

you never will find what you think you seek

but this your foolish heart, like mine

stubbornly refuses to believe

for this restlessness, it doesn’t

stem from something you must find

you’re driven from every hearth

by what you must leave behind

for how can distance ever affect

such sorrows that time could not heal?

you carry them in your heart and then

in vain try to escape their reach

and where, say, is home when

you can’t go where the heart is?

all you can do is trudge along

and in weary travel find catharsis

sit, tell me of your thirst unquenched

and the worst of it for now may slake

i can give you but little consolation

and some from your tales i’ll take

come, put down your bags

rest your shoulders and your weary feet

get some food into your stomach

for a while here sleep

but this place with all its beauty

this too we’ll soon have to leave

for we are but vagabond wanderers

and will forevermore be