The Wandering Soul

So there I go… Searching for a new life And yet, another soul God only knows What I’ve been through And what will unfold -- It’s a sad story to be told The bitter-sweet memories of old When words are worthless And actions seem powerless Who am I to try to “second-guess”? Picking up where I left off Thirteen years ago Broken up and out of touch I am a wandering soul Blessed & cursed with a gift no one knows And may never understand—too much to comprehend There’s no room for sympathy It was replaced with empathy Don’t you see? No one can rival me! -Boz-