Wandering

My entire life, since I was about 12 years old... I’ve been wandering, here and there, researching all I’ve been told. Most places I wander are mountains and cold. But I’m terrified of heights and would not name myself bold. Just curious and wondering- watch life unfold. A grown man now with children and still- my soul hasn’t been sold. Came close a few times and lost more than a few rhymes, meaning that I lost meaning , found myself out in the dark and silently screaming. The Way back is harder than anything that I know- but to wander off track is the beat way to grow, as long as youre careful of the seeds that you sow, and when you notice the path back towards your dreams...GO

See?! I’ve wandered again. Feet aren’t the only ones wandering... there’s mind heart and pen. Can’t wait til tomorrow, I’ll wander again .