Nomad

I felt the call into the wild when I was very young The blood of my forefathers calling out for the journey Deep into nature, where man is seldom seen Lies the object of my wandering, if only I knew what it is Through the gates of the primeval Into the depths of the wilderness Through forests dark even at midday Ancient places long undisturbed I have seen the malice and greed of man I have seen the supposed wealth of position No more involved in the world than caged pigs Living a life in shackles, waiting for the knife I move on before anyone takes notice Never reconsidering, only moving on Isolation becomes it’s own reward In purity of essence