Ironic,
the same wanderer wonders
along their path
of sleepless slumbers
and nights in new towns
with no 'real-friends' to be found.
It's the brave one's,
left on their own
full of their own love
unbalanced to see
they're a howling wolf, crying
to a moon full of love
searching for a home
of restfulness and a lover so soothing
but their greatest asset
is their greatest weakness
nomad by day
and a lost lover by night
when they've stopped moving.