I’ve been forever basking,
in this moonlight everlasting,
never thought I’d still be lasting,
In this wilderness I roam.
I’ve met dozens of faces,
visited hundreds of places,
and I’ll still be leaving traces,
’till my journey leads me home.

I need no destination,
nor a certain occupation,
just an unexplored location,
and a path beneath my feet.
I’ll be happy just travelling,
a few mysteries unravelling,
with friends and memories gathering,
and no need for things concrete.

I’ve travelled wide and far,
since I left that humble bar,
though the door is still ajar,
should I ever want return,
to the friendly faces there,
get out of the sun’s hot stare,
with a tale or two to share,
but adventure's what I yearn.

You would think it sounded grand,
journeying far over land,
through forest, cave and sand,
living free from old regret.
Truly it rarely ends the same,
I’ve been wounded, allies slain,
pointless hurt for no real gain,
and there’ll still be more loss yet.

Yet no matter how I fall,
I still hear adventure’s call,
and I'd still endure it all,
than go back to my old ways.
So when my wounds done mending,
there's journeys I've been intending
and the nights, never-ending,
will make up for harsher days.