Nomads, July 28th, 2025

The Nomad wanders from place to place
The past is gone, erased
A new town, a new face
A new database

New scenery, new stories
Life flows anew
All the new Normies
All the new glories
The present is true

The past, a dead letter
Sitting back there
Back there in nowhere
This new town is better

The sun shines bright
People are friendly
Everything is all right
But it always ends badly

So off to a new town
The Nomad does go
He wears a smile, not a frown
For the future is to know

But the road ends somewhere
For even the Nomad.
He’s at the end. He’s there.
The Nomad is sad and glad

For he knows he’s alone
The spirits are calling
It’s time to go home.

TJM

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