Traveler

Surrounded by drums and Fire
Laughter, music, and darkened tents
Miles away and I still find You
A drop of blood, a blessing
A sacrificed Rune
Kind of Your idea
By hook or by crook
You always get what You want
Where I intend to be
Is not where I land
And when I intend to observe silent
Instead, words pour forth
Wisdom I didn't know I had
And I hear what I needed
We are all little universes
I leave seeds of myself wherever I go
I dance when I prefer to stand still
Quiet in the background
You always get what You want