Like a vagabond, I wonder on,
In search of the “mysterious “.
Emptying tavern after tavern,
My intoxication is evident
In the way I slur my words.
In an effort to speak to the blind
Whose self ignorance awards
The inquiry of my intoxication.
But why the need for questions?
The tavern is open to all
In passionate wonder
Willing to explore the mystery.
That can neither be spoken or found in knowledge
Can only be experienced
In the intoxication of vagabond
Whose wondering nature opens the tavern.
Written by Linzo