In the Same Place

An old poem - from early nomadic days - some things remain the same wherever you are!

From Thailand to Ireland I'm in the same place
A coffee, a ciggie, a smile on my face
A pen, some paper, a table before me
A spectator of life's ongoing story

One story here, another there
Some I watch, some I share
Some people see me, others walk by
While I sit at the table my head held high

In no mans land I stop to rest
Which of the places shall I build my nest
I cannot decide so I spiral around
'Til my wings grow tired and I reach the ground

Then a coffee, a ciggie, a smile on my face
How far I've flown
To be in the same place....