Lone traveler.

I am a lone traveler.

I travel and grovel,

to people who tackle,

the ways of the world.

I am a lone traveler.

I walk and talk,

to mothers that rock,

the cradle and their work.

I am a lone traveler.

I stop and look,

at the sparkling brook,

that moves the lone reed.

(Gives it life,indeed.)

I am a lone traveler.

I stop and stoop,

to learn my sullied foot,

that gives up,sometimes.

I am a lone traveler.

I laugh and sing,

a traveller's song,

that is a rebel on its own.

I am a lone traveler.

I do not paint or write,

about the day or night,

to give them,mates,my sight.

I am a lone traveler.

Well,a lone traveler alright.