The Wanderer

And I met....

I met the soul which had guts

to tread on the pathless track of discovery

to break the shackles and move away from the known

to give it all up with no motive

but just to wander

would you call it insanity

then it is that insanity i crave, i long, i love

to not have a passion, and not have a dream

the only dream is to find that passion, and the only passion is to follow that dream

for i met that soul that made me wet with desire

like the deer that would rather risk its life amongst lions

than share a cage with complacency

and i feel that soul which makes me spin with joy

for it knows the only way to belong, is to forever roam

and the only way to have it all, is to let it all go

and to let it all go is fanaah