Frequent Travel

I am not here to rent
or to build castles in the wind
my soles sore
leaving behind defeated wars
seeking shelter
as my soul
not simple yet an open door
turning scars to wall art
for visitors to see yet not touch
I could not rush
to have just an autograph

when there is so much more to uncover
layers of old paint 
to win a new color
shades of grey, I escape
a color of heart on my brush
I await to start
 a tapestry of truth

6 degrees of seperation

As exhaustion lays me down
wary of my past
dragging the anticipating present
I have shed off all I could
but my thoughts refuses to depart
leaving me empty to draw a new face
a dream emerge to a reality to last
crime of wrong time, wrong place,
while I'm innocent
of all, but what I push to erase
aghast by death
while life in me cries to breath
how to separate this pain
uniting all borders within me
pushing away hands trying to reach me
unworthy I am to this kindness
escaping a cold war
while hot blood gushing on my backstreet
covering my last footsteps
that is roaming other countries
searching another home
it is all borrowed
it is all for sale
it is all hollow
without my love
for it's all, I long for and ever quest.