Nomad

No more walking dreams
no more memories
lay rest to my soul
it's dead and gone
kidnapped
for the dream of her

life transferred
I couldn't ask for more
another dying rose bush
unplucked
w/out purpose
missing nothing
complete
but alone

I'm sick of it
some times I'm begging for it
this doubt
glorious feeling

so long to whispered winds
so long to my belated efforts
I long
for
an excursion
I'll make myself known
forever alone
wandering
wandering...

A nomad
looking for his home

I love you darling
don't doubt it
I love all
I can't help it