A wayfaring soul has nowhere to go,
The body will follow, but the body gets old.
The soul is stubborn and refuses to quit,
A body has food, but for the soul, this is it.
Soul food is the mountains and plains in one day;
The desert and snowcaps visit to play;
That dangerous trek through a place once again;
A temporary bed from a very new friend;
Planes and trains and legs and strangers;
Surviving through exciting dangers;
Hitching down the highway for days;
In exhilarating stop for a gig that pays;
Couchsurfing friends in new parts of the world;
Learning each day to be a braver girl;
Finding community of wayfarers alike;
Seeing the world at top of a hike;
Sigh of reliefe meeting a destination;
Adreniline kicks in the next situation;
Gobbling up each new place;
Enjoying the newness of each new face.
Food for the body to live 'till it's old,
Wayfaring food for the wayfaring soul.
