A Gypsy Soul

Couch surfing 
A gypsy soul 
where he goes 
nobody knows 
no rhyme or reason 
to where he shows 
sometimes uphill 
other times with the flow 
as he rolls downhill 
with the wind or against 
the seasons don’t seem 
to have any effect 
I’ve asked him before 
what leads him 
through certain doors 
he just laughs and always 
replies back: 
“I really don’t know” 
possibly his heart 
a broken compass 
as he allows
his various emotions 
to lead the way 
Or maybe his mind 
like a gps device 
that never quite 
determines the next 
location until his gut 
signals this feels okay 
he never makes plans 
ahead of time nor will he 
make long term commitments 
Unless here in the now 
as in right now 
this very second or minute 
and please be careful 
because one hesitation 
or a blink of an eye 
and you might be disappointed 
or surprised .... POOF! 
HE’S GONE 
without a trace , no goodbye 
don’t take it personal 
it’s just how he lives 
his life, a true traveler 
this one , he’s been all over 
some think he’s on the run 
but he’s no criminal 
he’s never hurt a fly 
since one day he’s never 
quite been the same 
since an old flame
led him to a heartbreak 
and ever since 
he’s just afraid 
to stay put in the same place 
but who really knows 
well I do 
the answer is 
only he does 
but never will he 
or atleast not now 
talk about 
or tell the tall tale 
of the Why ?
So it’s easy to just assume 
he’s a gypsy soul 
floating amidst 
a world unknown 
trying to figure life out 
Trying to find himself 
afraid of hurt 
afraid of pain 
a victim to 
a really bad heartbreak 
always a town ahead 
of love to come 
afraid to stop 
or it might catch-up 
and then what ? 
he’s forced to face 
another chance 
at life’s fate 
At others hands 
No thanks 
not him 
he’s gone 
anyways 
POOF
destination 
unknown