Wanderer of Life

Everyone's a traveller, a shadow, a flame, a fleeting verse in life's quiet game. Sometimes I drift to the edges of the sound, seeking a stillness that cannot be found. I long to be lonely, to breathe, to be free- to wander where nothing lays claim over me. Some days feel hollow, like mist on the shore; some days are battles that bruish to the core. Yet somewhere between the silence and fight, I reach for the stars through the folds of the night. I whisper to heaven, to the wind passing by- let me be weightless, let my spirit fly. No maps to follow, no reasons to stay, just the heart as my compass, to guide my way. For freedom's not distance, nor wings in the sky- it's the peace of becoming, and learning to try. Just me, and the moment, and the slow, endless art of losing the world to find my own heart.