He walks upon this earth, detached from his root in the ground,
Only what he can carry on his back, he totes,
The Traveling Man finds no use for the material,
Traversing the gauntlets of the world,
Exploring the labyrinth of life,
Doting questions of man’s role in nature,
For going out to seek the truth is the only way




For R.J.G. You know who you are

(edit) This got messed up, so I'm re submitting it