NO PLACE TO GO TO

A poem about an ageless person that has walked on the earth for centuries and triggers a want inside other people to make that impossible journey along with him

On the corner of a street you may catch a glimpse of the traveler
Not spectacularly dressed is he and not much of a converser
Quiet and to himself stays he, preferring to walk in the shadows
There's no place that he's going to, as he takes his evening stroll

He knows no magic knows no spells but some say he’s a wizard
He slips between conversation like a second thought reconsidered
He’s been around for centuries he says, changing with the ages
Carefully obscuring his footprints from decades of braided pages

His existence is a riddle that is both confusing and confounding
His claim is intriguing, and his knowledge astounding
There are secrets he can never tell for it would rewrite history
Fairy tales mixed with fantasy are companions in his reality

It’s hard to pay attention and sing the tunes he whistles
Songs about the earth and the ever changing distance
His experience is the father and the mother of all wisdom
And when he looks at you, You see the entire world in him

For though He may stay today, tomorrow he may vanish
A victim of his own consequence , called a ten year itch
He can't promise you forever, He is the perennial traveler
But whoever has forever and does it really matter

~ Tambourine Man ~ Bob Dylan

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