As I Wander

As I wander, I often ponder Why do so many men pontificate? They often mitigate The great truths of this universe Prodigious truths and secrets in this plane So much energy at dawn, now passing over the Midday sun, slowly that bright light begins to wane Is it foolish of me to continue on this odyssey, I ask? A nomad just wandering and searching for answers May be a Sisyphean task I'm still moving but just not as fast That inquisitive itch is still there. But I don't know how long my scratch will last Well! As far as I can see and as long as there is an itch I guess I'll be wandering and pondering until They cover me in a ditch