Where do you belong?
That is a tough question.
But belonging somewhere
seems to be important
At least as an obscure dream

Like a drifter who never settles
Our real travels are no more physical
we travel through minds, not just ours;
but even through that of others.
we get lost and then when we find –
ourselves we are lost again

All these years have not changed us
we are still the same nomads we were-
thousands of years behind in time
But wandering through thoughts, feelings
experiences, hate, love and guilt
Not belonging anywhere or to anyone

Except for the grave we finally settle in
we travel and live an obscure dream
of belongingness and importance