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A Travelers Soul

Every since I was a child

I’ve had the eyes

Of a traveler, a lost soul.

One who needs to move,

Who can’t let her feet

Touch down on the ground.

I need to run, to fly, to escape.

They told my mother

Hold on to this one,

She’s gonna be gone soon enough.

Just look at her eyes

A soul is trapped.

They said to my mother

She is haunted

And I was, so I ran.

Chased by the demons,

Not ready to give up

The fight rages on and.

Still I run the run

Of a traveler’s soul

Unfettered, leading me

Never allowing me to slow down.

Barely able to keep up,

This is who I am.

Never get too close,

You’ll only be hurt,

My traveler’s soul

Beckons me forth.

My need to run to fly to escape

Is stronger than anything

And the mark of a traveler

Is easily recognizable.