The Ballad of the Traveller

This is just a random scribbling I made when I was in a dark place. I was feeling trapped and had a strong desire to escape and see the world. My grandmother always told us we were Gypsies growing up, but I’ve since learned this likely to be another one of her lies.

I am a Traveller, born and bred,
On the road until I’m dead.
If that means I’ll be alone,
Then loneliness shall be my home.

The wonders out there I will see,
A world filled with such mystery.
Who on Earth could want for more
Than a chance to go explore?

And if by luck I meet the one
Who seeks adventure, yearns to come,
We’ll hit the road and wander free,
Together, for eternity.

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Pete from Pixabay

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