The wanderer.

No place, no where, just me and a destination. Its about the wanderer.

Douting about around the universe, i have seen the world at its adverse, so many places of wonders, i have covered in one track...............................just as a spore is dispersed, every thing happen so fast, all my past, my life and my future, i have not gotten a place as my ground.........................my back pack is always so light, i handle it well with its soft strap, i always don't have time to adapt, because i will always be leaving a place in just a while.......................... the world is so wide, but it's so tiny on my map, i travel without minding distance, because am still the wanderer.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A good poem. When I was young. I had time to wander and travel. Best days of a life. Meeting new people and seeing new places. I like the backpack and the desire to see the world. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ahmad Alhour]

Too many thoughts in those short lines...
I sensed a pride of being a traveler and a wanderer...
But I do believe that this piece could be more enhanced by dedicating more time to the purpose of writing it and focusing on practicular thoughts...

Keep up the good stuff my friend...