I never knew where I was headed next
and so they said,
I was a wanderer
with aimless movements
and a journey with no destination
and so they said,
I was a wanderer
with aimless movements
and a journey with no destination
and so in search of an ambition
I explored book bindings lining my shelf
lost myself in the words on every page
plunged into the abyss of fiction
traveled someone else's journey.
lost myself in the words on every page
plunged into the abyss of fiction
traveled someone else's journey.
I searched religious structures
where people find spiritual refuge
discovered safety in faith
constructed fortresses from miracles.
Divinity became my sanctuary.
where people find spiritual refuge
discovered safety in faith
constructed fortresses from miracles.
Divinity became my sanctuary.
I stitched my journey together
with all these books
and numbing naps
pictures of trapped memories
and desperate prayers
with all these books
and numbing naps
pictures of trapped memories
and desperate prayers
until I realized
that while lost in thought, in words, in hope
I was starting to understand
something much greater
than the smaller decisions of every day
that while lost in thought, in words, in hope
I was starting to understand
something much greater
than the smaller decisions of every day
I am the inevitable wanderer
and it is in being lost
and it is in being lost
that I have found myself
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