The Song of the Vagabond

In the land of wanderlust, I reside,

A vagabond soul, with dreams as my guide.

With a weathered heart and tattered shoes,

I sing the anthem of the road I choose.

Through emerald valleys and mountains high,

Beneath the starlit canvas of the sky,

I dance on highways with no end in sight,

Embracing freedom with all my might.

With every step, a tale unfolds,

The story of a life that's uncontrolled.

In whispers of wind, secrets are shared,

As I roam this world, unburdened and unimpaired.

 

I sing of the moon with my guitar,

A troubadour, drifting near and far.

From bustling cities to forgotten shores,

I strum the chords that open locked doors.

 

The road becomes my faithful friend,

Leading me to places where shadows blend.

In dusty towns and cobblestone streets,

I find solace in the souls that destiny meets.

Through hazy twilight and dawning morn,

I sing the song of the vagabond, reborn.

For I am bound by no earthly chain,

Just a nomad, eternally free to remain.

 

So, heed my melody, fellow wayfarers true,

Let your spirit dance, embracing the unknown view.

Together we'll chase the horizon's endless bend,

And sing the song of the vagabond till journey's end.