The Wandering Hermit

This is a poem I just thought of and I try to take as much out from my heart and put them into this poem. This is the first draft I penned down.

I wander past without a goal,
Carefree from the wordly affairs.
My own dreams, my own thoughts,
Beneath the clouds, I dream.

Without a care for what others might think,
I sail the clouds and streams.
On my own path I walk despite what others might think.
This a pathless path I thread,
Without worries, without care.

A spirit who wander through the worlds and space,
through the realms and places.
No restrictions and hinderances.
Thus I am truely carefree ...

In depths of thoughts I contemplate,
Who truely knows my heart ?
Few truely knows my heart.
Alone, I wander freely on,
Thus, I am the wandering hermit ...