Wandering

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...