To Roam

Soon I roam
Not to have a home but not alone
Leaving the here and going to the there
Finding the space
The sweet solitary space
I like the race but will be apace
Off to that far shore, a spoke of the wheel
Not to be left behind

The distance between whats fantasy and real
Is the space of the race and my solitude
I like the people but want the space
The space and and away from the race

The music plays, Life is full of days
And its all good and I can hear that sweet song
Urging me to the vagabond
Of the moment and the moment yet to come

By me.