Just Travelling Through – Poetry by Markus Hamence, April 2026

Just travelling through and there are no possessions or chains,
only stories etched or bleached in sun and rain.
Feet on the earth, but my spirit always flies,
past the transient noise, past and those god-awful the lies

No throne to claim and no gold to keep,
just a rhythm in my soul that can never seem to sleep.
From the mountain high to the ocean of blue,
every step I take says “I’m just passing through”.

Just travelling through, don’t hold me down,
I’m not my sorrowed loss and I’m not my jewelled crown.
I’m every breeze that moves the trees,
every whisper riding on the seas.

I met a man that stayed too long with a heart of stone,
said he owned and controlled what was never his own.
I smiled soft, but kept walking free,
You can’t cage too long what’s born to be.

Sisters singing in the midnight air.
Brothers rising from silent prayer.
We don’t stay, we don’t belong,
we just pass it on in a freedom song.

I’m just travelling through, light and wild,
still got wonder like a dreaming child.
There’s no fear to lose, and there’s nothing I need to prove,
only a truth in the way that I move.

So when I finally fade like the setting sun,
know my journey ain’t ever done.
Energy flows, it don’t say goodbye,
it just changes form and keeps on high.

Just travelling through, that’s all I do,
leaving a trace of love ad peace in view.
No final stop, no fixed place
just soul to soul… and grace to grace.