The Wandering Merchant Poem by Christian Arebrand

A path that I walk
One only for each day
It must cross all others
Sync for a lifetime
Be there for everything
Breathing heavy air
For when I do run
I do it with my all
Only in that moment
Finding peace in mind
Like I´m existing again
Pain and exhaustion
Just on my own terms
A will carving mountains
Replacing them with roads
Makes more wonders than whips
For when I´m truly in pain
I likely cease to exist
Doing nothing that matters
Life is much like a bargain
Which rules to live under
Be your own merchant
For when its your terms
It will all make sense
The willpower of a god
To create new ways
Being human after all
Amongst others you are
A walker living the life