The Ultimate Vagabond..

It is evidently comprehensible on the part of the spectators what thought  I'm intending to convey through the title. Generally the terms 'Stationary' & 'Refugee' don't agree to sit side by side, and if done, clash. But, it's not euphemism ; rather the very reflection of my present soul. I'm confounded in the city of burned bricks...helpless..left wretched. It's craving earnestly to shatter all the hindrances to move like a vagabond.
        Sincerely, since my birth I've been searching for a mole's hole..where I may have some secured thoughts. Where I can have the glimpses of the first tekions of the rising sun. Where there would be no pain after perceiving the orange-red rays of the setting sun.