A Man with No Home

I wander and wonder
I seek and do no find
I see places and I see people
But no home is found for me here.

I make acquaintances
I thought I made friends
I thought I had a family
What I thought I had never was.

Place to place
Person to person
One job to another
Yet, I never found my place.

I keep sailing
I go where the wind takes me
Maybe one day instead of across oceans
The currents will run to another cosmos.

Maybe there I will have a place
Maybe there I will have a people
Maybe there my work will be appreciated
Maybe there will be my home.

Published by Ryan

Photographer, Writer, Editor

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