I was meant to wander,
which ever way seemed fonder,
not left or right or straight,
never lost to a chosen fate.

I was mean to wander,
the mind constantly moving,
ever here, ever yonder,
with her and he, proving
to no one anything.

I was meant to wander,
but men stopped thinking
of the possibilities they squander
our of love, sinking
out of love everywhere.

I was mean to wander,
my heart is left to ponder,
those who risk to love
without approval from above.