Sunday, November 3, 2013

soldier of fortune

Tonight, a busker decided to perform something not in his setlist. He looked straight at me and said he wanted to sing a song for "someone sitting over there".

And the song went -

"Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I've sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune"

How did he know, that I am a wanderer longing for rest? Maybe the dust in my eyes gave it away.