OPEN CLOSED DOORS
I am a wanderer, I roam in the places, I wander to see,
I have roamed through out many eternities.? I wander in many places, just to find,
the place I wander the most, is in your mind.
Wherever I roam, I may not ever be found,
for to just one place I am not bound.
I am a wanderer, these words I write, yes they are true,
sometimes, I even wander, around you.
I am Never seen , but I can be heard you see,
for a wanderer I am, and I will always be.
To know me, you would say, my words are forever true,
as I wander through places so deep, and blue.
If you hear me, and know what this poem is about,
then you know in my words, there is never doubt.
There is only one place, that you can search for me,
I will make myself known to thee.
But as I wander, who would truly take that time,
who will understand this wandering rhyme. Even though I wander, each day that I am you see,
there is only one place, I wander to see, And at the end of my journeys, to wander no more,
for I have wandered through every open door.
Maybe some day, as you will seek to find,
a wanderer in His true present state of mind.
Most will give up, before they truly ever begin to start, not knowing, that the wanderer lives in the heart!
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