The Nomadic

For years I've traveled countless miles
Seeing all the unscreened and unfiltered views
.....that the world projects
Walking through all dangers that should have nailed me 
...only to go on unscathed
Once.... maybe twice I found
.......the path to the fountain of youth
I found its simplicity to be a lie
Gouging at my vision of truth
Where was my utopia?
Where was my Providence?
Does it lie in some unknown chasm that has swallowed dreams that I painted with sunlight
I walk on aimlessly
Delighted and famously
Because I find
That to keep walking as nomadic......
​​​​​​I will eventually find my place