Nowhere Is Now Here

Nowhere was my home
no matter where I roamed.
Hitch hiking was whenever and whichever
because all roads led to nowhere.

I would walk for miles and miles.
Occasionally I would see the smiles.
I was a traveler with a load to bear
on the lost highway to nowhere.

Strangers would sometimes give me a ride.
It was like a slice of heaven from the outside.
Sometimes they would let me off by the square.
Other times it would be miles from nowhere.

At times I would meet other hitchers walking
and we would spend time on the road talking.
We would stop at a rest area to share
about the long deserted road to nowhere.

I have often thought about those times
about the trips I took in my prime.
Nowhere was my home for I did not care
but today my nowhere is now here.