This one's for you

Where did you go?
You've almost completely disappeared from the face of this earth.
Reading and electronic correspondence was the only way i knew you were still alive
I don't even have that now
What's happened?

Alone and nomadic as always
Leaving your mark without a care

Did you move from the arid to the tropical?
Will i ever here from you again?
Will you pop out of nowhere in a couple of months with stories of distant lands?

I've been thinking about this for a while and have wanted to post it for some time but never really found the time. Its not like i have tons of time now but it seems appropriate. I read this and i thought of you. So here it is. It's part of a book called Paris Trance.

Oh the paradox of nomadism
You keep moving because you're searching for a place to stay
Once you realize you can live in other countries you never feel quite settled again
You never feel quite content
But the idea is to feel at home anywhere and everywhere
The final thing above all is to be at home in yourself