Wandering, Wandering, Wondering
Wandering, Wandering, Wondering
That is the pattern of my mind. I wander then I wonder and then I wander again. Journeying through the fog of my thoughts, the smoke of my own words.
Wandering, Wandering, Wondering
I wander through vast forests, over bubbling brooks, in vast fields of flowers.
Wandering, Wandering, Wondering
I wander through massive castles that house the grandest of royalty whom host the loveliest of galas.
Wandering, Wandering, Wondering
The bells ring, my alarm sounds, voices shouting my name. I open my eyes, my wandering is over, but my wondering has just begun.
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