Wanderer
I sit here and ponder how much longer i can wander...
but then I realize its a blessing in disguise.
I look to the skies with my heart
(not my eyes)
and theres a part of me that sees more than anyone believes.
The wanderer wastes no time searching for one thing...
the wanderer is a witness to ALL the beauty that life brings.
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