For We Wanderers
To where we go
No one knows
Exactly where we go
I don’t know
The hope
That floats
The areas
Sensitively
Remote
When life
Is simply
Revoked
Belief
It’s an honorable mention
But it kills a number far greater
That it helps survive
With in the tension
You question your state of being
You wonder why you’re alive
And who knows if your body goes anywhere
Besides in that box, soundly found
Beneath the dirt
This is what happens
When we misinterpret the hurt
Out of despair in hopes of relief
We form a belief
To where we go
No one really knows
Exactly where we go
I don’t know
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