The Wanderer -------------------------------------------
and then being left to wander
our hero walks alone.
He has crossed the bridge of the betrayed
passing thru the misty hiss of sarcastic spray
and the torrent of the unchanging grays.
As to all the tears shed along the way,
he really has not much to say.
Upon a tale unending,
a quest unfulfilled
to become a trusty janitor
and clean the streets of Nome.
Ahead the Thunder Mountains
are devoured by the storm.
Behind he vanquishes memories
of gaiety and charm
to languish with his lovers pleas
in the frigid arms of the melancholy sea.
For the world and all it wonders
beckon to his soul
and thus he knows his destiny
is to forever roam
until he finds the fabled city
and shines the golden streets of Nome.
Then being left to wander
his mood begins to change
his steps become more lively
for at last he is released.
Moreover, in his heart, he knows he must hurry
before the bodies are discovered
by the police.
I generally don't go for peoples wanderlust because it's not selfless enough . Clairaudience clairvoyance is of pandemic's phatic , I've often wished I could com up with the gun that would kill would be murders in the act etc. etc. etc. , but what was I to do with the bodies ? You're probably right I'd better hurry here they come . What's a lowly janitor to do ?