The Wanderer

I am the Wanderer.

I move from place to place, from heart to heart though mine belongs to nowhere and to no one. I am not searching from eternal restlessness but from blind faith I will find what I am looking for.

Every place feels close, then it quickly fades and I must leave again. I follow this ache like a compass trusting it knows where I belong. My roots never learned how to stay and I always travel light because nothing awaits for me. I know many roads but not one doorway will know my name.

Somewhere, something is waiting. Could it be someone that will finally say "I have been looking for you and you are not meant to wander alone."