A Wanderer’s Despair
Can living be such an adventure?
Our feet are near silence,
Walking without guidance
In a world without caress,
Every step is better than less
We all wander to a so-called unknown
Regardless of whether together or alone,
Life is lived by flipping every stone
Always seeking that glorious throne
What is this journey? An adventure?
Are you a piece or the center
of this story we choose to venture?
Many questions, but never surrender
A world where no soul is duplicated,
Where all must walk a path created,
Designed for their souls, designated
As if it need be, lived obligated
Do we seek a goal or a thread of hope?
Reassurance of why we hold on to life’s rope,
Is it because we feel pressured by someone’s scope
Or a fear of losing grip near an abysmal slope
Maybe none of us walk, just wander,
Who knows, perhaps we pretend to wonder
The mystery of life but instead push it under
Our footsteps which tremble like thunder
Is the path below with an end or none at all?
We truly never know if we stand tall
Or if we are waiting to suddenly fall,
Nobody knows, the mystery behind the wall
The grand mystery of the path we stroll,
Life is always in question as a whole
yet we question what we do not control,
The purpose and existence of the soul…
