When you have grasped the weight of fleeting time,
and the trace of a wayfarer’s dare,
you’re bound to wander all your days,
unsettled by the world laid bare. 

Until you can watch the waning moon,
and wonder where no maps can chart,
until you’ve chased the fleeting dawn,
and stood alone to watch the world restart. 

When you long to meet a stranger’s gaze,
and feel the mountains draw you near,
when the sunrise sets your blood on fire,

then you’ve strayed too far from here. 

It’s time to cut the shackles loose,
and shed the life the world designed,
for beyond that far horizon,
lies the freedom you will find. 

Once you’ve walked the land where others tread,
and shared the paths where stories spread,
Once you’ve felt the pull of open sky,
and touched the might that stars imply. 

Then for a breath, as worlds pass by,
you hold the light, the wayfarer’s why. 

You’ll find one truth when journeys end,
and travel days begin to blend.
Your suitcase was your silent friend,
the constant thread through every bend. 

At last you’ll see when roads are through,
the why you’ve sought was always you,
a mirror in each stranger’s eye,
yourself, the wayfarer’s why.