I Am A Traveler

With the brain fog and shady lane,

Torn jeans and brown hat,

I like to walk,

I kiss the rain droplets on cement benches,

I wave at smiling people,

I giggle with the sun,

I share the sky at night with the moon,

When my mat is filled with stars,

The brightness dominates street lights,

In the evenings, I touch the mountains,

My bag gets filled with sunset memories,

I stay at the top,

To see the noisy world,

I am a traveller,

Who doesn't require any destination,

Because I am to get lost,

To find me.