Poor Wayfaring Stranger

When I was little, I used to walk around the yard with a tapeplayer and pretend I was the wayfaring stranger. And I am the wayfaring stranger. I always have been. And I think there is a wayfaring stranger in all of us. We are wandering around a place that we can't call home. When will we find our place? When will we feel like we are at home in our own skin?

Poor Wayfaring Stranger