I am Simply a Tourist

I am simply a tourist, a heart explorer, a mind traveller.

I don’t belong here, nor the other side of this world, nor anywhere in particular.

I come and go, learn and grow, beyond the borders.

I navigate the earth, I sail in between rails, I ride in between tides.

Hike from hill to hill, mountain to mountain, I climb up and I fall down.

I sink deep but never drown.

I swim from river to river, sea to sea, ocean to ocean.

I try to embrace the waves, still fear them but never run.

I am carried by waters, beloved by summer, protected by rocks, toughened by winter.

I meet you and I disappear, I don’t know where I come from, how I’m still standing here.

I am continuously moving, ever changing.

I don’t know what it is but I am always looking for something.

Maybe the point here is not even knowing.

Maybe I am just running away, maybe I am just looking for some action.

Maybe I don’t want the answer, maybe you’re not asking the right question.

Maybe all of us were always destined to travel alone.

Maybe I am simply a tourist, forever in search of a home.