wandering

As I wander, I ponder endlessly. Pondering what things could be. Thinking of my future, maybe even my past. Thinking of all the things that will never last. But upon these thoughts, the way I see, those things just were not meant for me. There is a reason for everything, and for everything there is a way. Sometimes, for a moment, you've just gotta stay. Life has it's way of taking you where you need to go, Maybe you don't know where, but surely life does. What if life doesn't know? Well I guess you'll have to wait for it to show. As you wander, as you ponder, the things that could've been, think about the things that could be.