Serendipity with Rover

What do a wanderer look for?
What do they seek for madly?
Inquisitively hunting for place to reside in.
They migrate as in floods of tears,
Exploring around aimlessly yet meticulously;
O mad one, they belong to all,
O mad one, no one is their still;
The twittering of nightingales of colors,
Their feet burn in the sun, still they carry the shadow;
Nomads watch the moon in the black clouds,
Rabbit ears to listen to voices of mute winds;
O mad one, what do you explore for?
A union never happened,
Neither was there ever a separation,
For the prisoner of love, there never came freedom;
What does a wanderer look for?
What do they seek for madly?
Where is my house, they keep asking.