I’m a wanderer.
I wander between worlds, in and out.
I hear and listen and understand but
I don’t seem to be heard.
I’m a wanderer.

I’m an explorer.
I explore places in my mind and yours.
I get to places at the speed of light, at the blink of an eye but
I can’t seem to find what I’m looking for.
I’m an explorer.

I’m a mover.
I move people’s hearts and minds.
I touch and inspire people a thousand miles away but
I can’t hug them, lie beside them, kiss them.
I’m a mover.

I’m a wanderer.
I wander in time and space and place.
I’m wandering in my father’s rooms in boots of Spanish leather and
Walk the path not taken in your company in my mind because
You are a wanderer too.