The world named me wanderer.
whether by choice,
situation,
influence
or voice,
all point to this path.
To not be lost,
but to never be found.
To have stability,
but choose the most broken of paths.
To be close to others,
but always at a distance.
To help, patch up, heal and restore...
But never leave proof,
and to disappear.
I may guide you to the oasis,
but the sands of time shall erase my footsteps.
And then yet again,
my irritating self
will push me to
the road again.
I wonder where I will go
when my path is
mine to choose.
Will
my whirlwinding path
ever cease?
I doubt it.
I wander for
the answer to it all,
anyways.
Why stop what
gives you
resolution?
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