Wanderer Poem by Caroline Guedes

My mouth is dry
from all the hours of heat
My eyes are sore
from the lights on the street

I keep reaching for water
but it never seems to be enough
I am the joker at the table,
waiting for them to call my bluff

I breathe in
and smell stale cigarettes
I wake up and
I forgot where I laid my head

I swear to God
I never thought I'd be on this road
If I could've predicted this
I would've done what I was told

I am a wandering soul
I left all earthly possesions behind
Had enough of repetition
was time to make a brand new life

I feel I've forgotten something
perhaps a memento
Maybe I don't want to remember
It doesn't stop me from running though

I'm in a desert
Although all the world is my stage
I can be anyone I want to be
I'll keep walking til I'm free of my cage

I would say they call me wanderer
but truth is no one knows who I am
I'm a passerby, a hitchhiker
An insignificant who-gives-a-damn

Time is my enemy
nothing will quench this thirst
Too late to turn back now
Not sure which life is worse