for the traveling and the homeless

This one’s for the books.

For the nights I should of kept it to myself instead of bleeding my heart in front of innocent bystanders 

For the days I called your name instead of mine

This is for those of us who spend our time wasting time.

Whose resentment cuts like sharp edges some of us need to be handled with care….

Maybe this curse isn’t so bad

I mean at least I can feel, right?

Even if most times I don’t feel right 

This is for the ones that feel something 

Staring into the eyes of strangers, how delightful it is to see yourself in every blink.

For the ones who catch butterflies under star lite skies just to have someone to talk to.

For the ones who welcome the journey and take scenic routes for the scenery. 

Who praise the walk and never mind sore feet.

This is for those of us whose journey seems like it will never end.

Still we walk.

Still we love.

Still we dance