the time comes for every one weather just down the road or to places unknown, the call souds not knowing where you go. <br /> weather apon a ship a bus a car a bike, , all you known is you must roam, <br /> a day trip a week or a month maybe year you just never know <br /> you may e scared you may be excited but where you roam is not where you go.its the jounrney that gets you thier <br /> the good times the bad the hard ships you face, the smiles of faces you will never forget <br /> weather in your head after you have settled down, , or your jounrney just begains, , , , , romaning is never a bad thing <br /> but rembr this my friends when it time to pitch ur tent <br /> and stay in one place.the jounery plays forever <br /> in your head<br /><br />jeff greyicewolf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roaming-7/
