The Journeyman

Once upon a time I was sitting by a road,
covered in sunshine instead of a coat.

I brought no bags, but was never to return.
I had only my heart to keep my soul in a burn

I had no hand from a god
pushing me onward
It was as it should be;
I was finally free

I walked the road - without any fuel
no food or water - some would call it cruel

But I fed myself with passion and lust
And when people asked "Why?" - I answered "I must"

And I only left to see,
I only left to feel,
Cuz' some said life was good,
I had to see if it was real