I am a collector,
I collect footsteps.
Wherever I choose to go, I go,
unbridled and unfettered.
Every memorised snapshot
of the places I never knew existed
bear witness to my travelling.
The moon and stars are my proof of life,
every broken blade of grass underfoot,
tells more stories of my continuum.
Where to go is never a question,
more the way of life, to travel on,
to see more of the world than you're used to.
To find home, perhaps, or to seek the place
where your soul feels it belongs.
Be that anywhere, from the frozen tundra, to the scorching desert,
I wander, my mind and I, along age old pathways and newtrodden ground.
I collect my footsteps with snapshot memories,
and when I'm too old to carry on my collection,
I can recollect, with the people I've collected along the way,
those I've grown to love, to admire, to respect and adore,
I'll share with them my traverses and my triumphs,
my hardships and dangers,
perils overcome and the return journey,
the one that never seems as long as the first.
When it's time to depart this world,
I'll wander to the next,
as I wandered in this one,
I'll collect more footsteps and memories,
people and perhaps another sense of belonging,
carry on my existance and collection on another plane of being,
The paths are endless, I'll travel forever,
for I am a collector, I collect footsteps,
I collect memories,
I collect companions,
for I am a collector.