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.