The Nomad

To travel is to live.
It's to give.
An energy exchange
of all things strange.
For it I always yearn.
Endless lessons to learn.

To wander is to breathe.
Without it I grieve
as if mourning a loss.
So is the cost
of settling down,
of being bound.

To move is to refresh.
Everything before it must cess.
A new life is begun
and only the sun
knows who you are,
knows you come from a far.

To travel is to roam,
like the rolling stone,
I am alone.
I gather no moss.
For some, this is my loss.
For me, this is to grow.
How much?
Only I will ever know.