Confessions of a Wanderer

oh never shall i marry
nor wed nor love
for i am born to wander all my life
alone but still in splendor.

oh i am a solitary soul;
it's not a lack of desire
but simply that i can't
let go of the restless spirit residing
so deep within me.

it's like i waited my whole life
(twenty years might not seem like much but it's my whole world)
for something real and true
yearned and longed and desired
until one day my dominant primordial beast
stood up and declared
its utter independence from this
silly little thing called committment
to anyone but myself.

some people look at me
and their hearts mourn,
but don't worry, for mine does not
instead it rejoices!
for i am a lone wanderer
but i am not a lonely one.

mourn all you like
but my soul will sing forever,
because it knows freedom,
whereas yours will always
weep.