What Makes One A Wandering Soul? Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

For all that is written,
For all whom must wander,
In search of places, peopes and family,
Is what can make wander,
For themselve to know,
And any others like them,
What is is that makes someone,
A wandering soul,
In search of it own,

Their own self and self worth,
Their own independence or wanting ways,
Leaves them to wander and search,
Some wander for left with little,
Makes a wandering soul of them,
Leaft to think and ponder,
Of the ways in life,
That leads them on,
A path with no fixed course,
Or settled or fixed aboad,

For the wandering soul that,
Sets out to search,
Searches from present to past,
To get what is in between,
Is first to return,
To then go forward,
To get back where they belong,
At some place or inbetween,
If ya know what I mean,

What is in present,
Is time of knowledge,
Knowing and places,
That is of past to present and still is,
And if time has changed,
A place of past,
The wandering soul will know first,
If this is so,
Where ones that left,
And others became of and from,
In those lifes places,
That once was of their life in time and places,

To follow by day and sleep at night,
If befitting for good days and good nights,
In safe keeping,
Yet,
When night and day you must seek,
Those that discourse you,
In your choice of life paths,
Of,
What life is for you,
When put in disaray,
Is what leads you to be,
In search of what is taken from you,
Hence makeing you,
A wandering soul,

For one that knows,
What one,
Wants in life,
And others that discourse you,
Changes your life,
To search and find out,
Is to be left behind,
By those that only wanted for them,
And leaving noting for you,

For,
What is only on their terms,
Makes,
A vagabond of you,
For,
You wont be taken by them,
Or,
Allow them to use you,
So,
From settled or free spirited,
You too become,
A Wandering soul,
From what came in and distroyed.