Hodophile

I was thought of as a philomath

If I could just be, indeed.

They knew I was frugal by birth

And kind of a gallivanting breed.

I tried, I tried a lot

If I could just be gone

From those hearts by every spot

For the rent, I didn't pay by dawn.

What was the failure of mine?

If I could just ask, myself

Trouvaille or just another wanderlust to shine,

This age of money-giants with the faces with shell.

To caged they tricked,

To chained they ployed,

My dreams for a decade by decades

Furnishing this life till it fades.

Weak, I was, as always

If I could just stand alone and smile back

Not I breathe to live in knees

I swayed the stars to win back.

Yes, I do have my choice

My own things to scrabble around.

There is no such "One day" to rejoice

One lives it with elegance and resound.

Let me hurdle the clamored door

On my own, till it ends.

Focusing the game, not just the tour

Gleaming my chimera without a rule to lend.