Wandering,
Wandering away and alone,
Unsure of the destination,
But yet I still go,
The path already chosen,
Leaving me with no say,
The time passing me as I walk,
And yet keeping me company too.
Wandering,
Wandering through the day and night,
The path drags on further,
And though I don't know when it will end,
I still walk,
Why?
I don't know,
This path was given to me,
But my feet grow tired and my mind weary,
Who says that this is the path I must travel?
I say that I will leave,
And I do.
Wandering,
Wandering with no direction,
Being lost and found at the same time,
My path is my own, yet everyone else's,
I travel with a purpose, and with none at all,
I wish to go somewhere, and yet nowhere.
Wandering...
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