Man of Travel
Too Busy to Stop
He was a traveller, riding from one town to the next on his trusty old bike. No one knew where he was from originally, only that he never stayed in the same place for long; there one moment and gone the next. But he was kind, and he was helpful, and people talked of him wherever he went.
He was often asked where he was going, but he only ever answered "Somewhere", and when asked where he had come fron, he said, "A place far behind me". The man didn't say much, but smiled when approached; a smile that didn't quite cover the pain in his eyes. But despite his mysterious past, he was welcomed wherever he went.
He continued from town to town, running from his past, running from his heart.
He was often asked where he was going, but he only ever answered "Somewhere", and when asked where he had come fron, he said, "A place far behind me". The man didn't say much, but smiled when approached; a smile that didn't quite cover the pain in his eyes. But despite his mysterious past, he was welcomed wherever he went.
He continued from town to town, running from his past, running from his heart.