A trail from his 

Muddy suitcase wheels

Drop parts of history

Each flick of mud

Represents what others

Would consider sins

A lifelong holiday

Is what was needed

Everything he owned

Squeezed in

Zipped up

Pushed the air out 

So he could finally breathe 

How he ended up in this book

No one will ever know

But this was only a quick stop

So he continued 

Walking