The Wanderer

Those roads that go nowhere I take,
   For nowhere am I bound.
Strange paths to me are promises
   Of adventures to be found.

I carry no compass, nor map —
   These are for those who return,
And for those who follow after,
   Afraid the familiar to spurn.

While a way lies open before me
   The past I will not retrace.
I'll circumnavigate eternity
   Before returning any place.

Never could I take a wrong turning,
   For all roads are one to me:
All lead from somewhere to elsewhere —
   And there is my destiny.