Everywhere he goes, he tries to find,
a kindred soul and a smile, sweet and kind.
He goes wandering place to place,
He searches every hooded, bearded, muddy face.
When he sees the kindred soul,
He stops to stay and tries to form a whole.
His weary soul looks to heal,
he smiles, dines, discusses what existence and life is meant to be.
He takes a job and makes a friend,
around the town he goes, trying to fit in and pretend.
It goes on and on until he realizes the time is past,
his soul is no longer engaged and he must leave and fast.
He says a hearty goodbye and promises to stay in touch,
His friend waves a teary goodbye, missing him very much.
But the weary traveler does not look back,
he travel tall hills, deep seas and the desert sand,
looking to find something, even his restless heart can't understand.
He writes a diary wherever he goes,
People are awestruck when they come to know,
That this weary man has traveled most of the world,
understanding people and mysteries as they unfurled.
He is old now but none the wiser
He is rich, has many homes, but is still an outsider.
He loved many woman and has tasted many a cuisine,
All natural wonders and amazing cities, he has seen.
But his soul is still seeking and searching restlessly.
He reaches a snowy mountain with a beautiful waterfall and lake.
it is not yet dawn and the air is cold and his hands shake,
As he reaches to drink from the pristine lake, he sees,
His reflection, with his father's eyes, his mother's chin and cheeks,
He remembers his siblings,his family and suddenly his knees go weak.
His wished for his father's approval and his mother's embrace,
Their love, laughter and their affection and grace.
He left home to find more of something he already had,
A happy family, stable family, oh! he must have been mad.
So, at the break of dawn, he was homeward bound,
yes, the prodigal son was to return, what his soul has lost, it had found.
When he reached, his father was ill and very old,
He was dying, he was told.
But the two soul reunited and were finally one,
not age, not time, not space could replace the lost son.
They embrace and cried and laughed and smiled, until the old farmer died.
the farmer's son untied his boots and his travelling hat,
he wore his father's shoe and took his father's place on earth.
Ploughing, reaping, sowing, smiling with his family, his soul full of mirth.
What he was seeking, he finally found,
But really, it was after one really long round.
