Lone Ranger

Hi guys, recently tried out a little play of words, clicked this picture  and just had a little thought process running, hope you like it.

Oh lone ranger in the sky,
upto where do your wings fly.
You are free in this world,
do not let life pass you by.

It isn't easy to let go
true,
but aren't the toughest times,
those that reveal the bravest
minds.

Funny that I say,
free you are
But is that not essentially
what you are not?


Where do we find solace
the most?
The hills, the beach, the home
You cannot say, as
for each, it is their own.

Although there is one
where none object,
to be left alone
or even with souls.

As it is which,
where you do not own
where you are
or where you can be.

Where is it
you ask?
what is it
you wonder?

Have you ever moved,
point to point?
And ever wondered,
why?

Nowhere, we name it so
it is where you are, and
where a living soul
would wish to be summoned.

Nowhere,
where one isn't at point.

Nowhere,
where they wonder,
while
they wander.

Nowhere,
where one loves to be,
only to enjoy
the journey.

Nowhere
where you are
and we blabbering souls
 are not.

We fight, we prowl
only so we can be
be
nowhere.

It brings out
the best of us,
only so we can feel alive
among the rest of us.

You do not have to let go,
oh lone ranger,
you are not human,
you do not bind yourself
among lost souls.

Lucky,
you are.
You are free in this world,
do not let life pass you by.