The Nomad

Where do I belong?
In a world so full of people
With tables already set
For the groups that make this world

A nomad

Forever cursed to walk this earth alone
But I need a land of my own
A place where I can call home

I knock on doors
And eat with strangers
Drink with travellers
Sleep with angels

But I cannot shake this feeling of
Wanting to belong in a place of my own

A place where there are
Others like me
But I have yet to find this silent retreat

A nomad

Wondering this Earth alone
A wolf with no pack
And this howl is my song.