Hobo Centric

When traveling by foot, across a distance of land.
You come across special people, that will always give you a hand.

Out on the road, no matter how you feel.
Finding other people, that always keep it real.

Remembering other times, being down here before.
Leonardo, Alan, Yeshua and more.

Knowing of all they knew, isn’t as easy as that.
It’s more you feel how they felt, at the time which they were at.

If I can see through your eyes, then you can look through me.
Seeing we are the same, stretched out through eternity.

The changes that are coming, are not without any loss.
We guides are put in place, to get new ideas across

Open up your heart, while looking to the sun.
Filling up with light, knowing we are but one.