WANDERER
As I walk out all seem so well
Step after step I make my move
Gazing, walking to a place called nowhere
For to exchange my boredom for pleasure
As I walk, I listen but I hear not
I look but see not
For mine ears are clutched with my stupidity
And mine eyes with my folly
Estranged voices beckon
But so busy is my walk that I hear not.
"Where to?" They ask
A question I dare not answer
I dare not answer
For in answering my folly will be known
In answering, I fear I shall be called what I fear the most
A wanderer
You yourselves judge
Is it wandering that makes me walk with no destination?
Or my wondering what it is that lies up ahead in Nowhere
Whatever you judge
Please judge me not a wanderer
-Andy
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