the time comes for every one weather just down the road or to places unknown, the call souds not knowing where you go.
weather apon a ship a bus a car a bike, , all you known is you must roam,
a day trip a week or a month maybe year you just never know
you may e scared you may be excited but where you roam is not where you go.its the jounrney that gets you thier
the good times the bad the hard ships you face, the smiles of faces you will never forget
weather in your head after you have settled down, , or your jounrney just begains, , , , , romaning is never a bad thing
but rembr this my friends when it time to pitch ur tent
and stay in one place.the jounery plays forever
in your head
jeff greyicewolf
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roaming-7/
