Nomadic

Nomatic. And at times... Appearing emphatically erratic. As if aimless without a purpose to serve. Or grounded in a position fixed, That warrants recognition. 'Are they homeless? Or pioneers? Or perhaps independent thinkers, Adventuring life to uncover... A future to pave for a better life to live? ' It seems to me those folks are just fed up. And have become tired of reaching, To masquerade a stability. And an array of definitions... Of a meaning of life for them that sucks. 'But what about pretentions and impressions left, We all can not escape from and wish to make? ' Obviously they have found a way, To live a life real for them that isn't faked. Nomatic. And at times... Appearing emphatically erratic. As if aimless without a purpose to serve. Or grounded in a position fixed, That warrants recognition. 'Then... Why are they getting from us our attention? ' That's a good question. Since they seem to be happy and freed, From the chaos and conflicts... With deceptions and betrayals we claim are needed, To bring about for us a lasting peace. And just perhaps... They have discovered a way to establish that. With or without the labelling to call them nomadic. 'Or nonconforming mavericks.'