Thoughtful Itinerancy

Once, covertly, I wandered deep in my thoughts Cloudy but murky, I must have been worried Why do men die? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to immortality. Or am I lost within mine own self? Once, covertly, I wandered deeper in my thoughts Vehemently but passionately, I argued loud Why are men poor? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to riches. Or am I lost within mine own self? Once, covertly, I wandered to the deepest of my thoughts Wordlessly but loudly, I must have been worried Of what gain is politics? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to true democracy Or am I lost within myself? Once, covertly, I wandered more in my thoughts Honestly this time to my conscience Is war coming? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to peace- quivering. Or am I still lost within mine own self?