stateofmind

Here is a theme song I wrote for nomads everywhere.

I walk all around with no aim for location
One night I’m here, next I’m across the nation
With no plans for the future I wander the land
I do everything on the fly and completely unplanned

One night I find myself wandering
Where will I be tomorrow, I’m pondering
I run across a book and what do I see
The rules of how a nomad should be

I turn to the table of contents and stare
Turn to page 6, the first rule is there
I look at the rule, I was unaware
To be a nomad, you must be an heir

The next rule in the book says a nomading license is required
But in order to earn one you must be truly inspired
The way you live life must be completely rewired
And once a nomad, you’ll never be retired

After years of struggling you can finally take the test
But in order to pass, you must be really obsessed
You can only live in the past, present, but no future tense
When their scoring the test, you can almost taste the suspense

I turn a few pages and the next rule is posted
Nomad’s food can never be toasted,
To toast something would mean that you had a plan
That would also mean you can’t be a milk man.

To plan where your going you could have your license revoked
You can never look forward to something, never be stoked
To be stoked would mean you know what is coming
Nomads make music, only by humming.

Nomads may also build a time machine
As a nomad, you may go in between
Using time travel only shows the foreseen
But to me this idea sounds obscene…

Nomads feed the earth, bio-degradable food thrown by a plant
Plants usually eat water, but old food will enchant
A bond between nomad and earth is a must
To the needs of the earth, a nomad must adjust

Another rule I read, nomads can’t have a home
No place to plant your nice garden gnome
No place to park a car with wheels of chrome
No stationary place for your hair, to comb

I never knew being a nomad was so hard
All of these rules on my mind, they bombard
They seem so complex, some I want to discard
But I want to be a nomad, so I must be die hard.

King of Nomads,

Through My Eyes

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