SevenWinds

The world has been spread before you,

Seven Seas

Seven Continents

And each of eight directions

You are free to choose any of them

Or, at least

All but one...

For one direction,

Means turning back

And a child of the road

Can never belong

Where they have already been

They belong only to the spaces

Only they will see..

So just keep walking drifter,

Let the air fill your ragged wings

For the winds will never fail you

When you have nowhere else to be

And out there under the distant skies

There are so many forgotten places

That you were meant to see...