nomad

 stalking up the streets

of every city and town,

trying to find my name

somewhere written on a house,

shall I dive to the bottom?

grow a pair of gills,

shall I leap out of bounds?

sprout a pair of wings,

build a burrow under sand

rummage through a nest,

hide into a cave

or cry in my mother's chest,

does it even exist?

a place called home,

perhaps in the heavens

mirage of some sorts,

stuck into a labyrinth

so many different roads,

expanding my lungs

I peep into my own,

there under my ribs

I found a nomad's soul,

living a little everywhere

roaming happily alone.