The Wanderer (Nga's Poem)

I must follow no fixed star;
dream with my eyes wide open.
My feet tread on an ancient path,
my old soul not yet broken.

Germany's 'Happy Wanderer'
or the Samurai in Japan,
the Hobo in America,
all of these are all I am.

So don't be surprised to realize
that I someday might be gone.
That highway sings so sweetly
and I often hear its song.

I'll be just around the corner,
see me walking over the hill.
I'm just passing through this time,
and I think I always will...