Traveling man

He had a suitcase for a brain,

That he'd tuck his times away,

And a pill for all his travels,

That would hinder him from stay.

He's been everywhere it's cold,

And many places where it's hot,

Yet his only true known treasure,

Wasn't buried in such spot.

He had seen the seven wonders,

That would play across his dreams,

But he didn't truly love them,

As the men that told him deemed.

A thought had only crossed his mind,

When a yearning brushed his heart,

That his troubles never went,

While he tried the world to chart.

So he started to be rooted-

To be known by less more close,

And he started then to travel,

In the hearts of those the most.

He slowly threw out all the pills,

That had only numbed his name,

And he started there to speak it,

So that they could do the same.

When he knew that he was settled,

And his heart was full and warm,

He farewelled to all his people,

With new tears he'd never worn.

He was the man who couldn't stay,

Leaving fast once as a dart,

He had a suitcase for a brain,

But a home for once to part.