The Wanderer

Perchance,
I've seen this already.
Perhaps,
a few times over.
I wandered a bit, you know?
Places of the earth,
of the mind,
of the heart,
of the soul.
I'd say you can stop
whispering,
shaking the head,
calling me strange,
fool,
socio-path.
I know those names,
I made them mine
a long while back.
Petty price to pay,
when grabbing life by the horns,
knowing it will grab back.
It's simply the lack of newness
that bores me
to inconceivable depths.
It sure is my own fault.
So get over it.