The Pondering Wanderer

He walks though rivers and streams Through distant meadows and traveler's dreams As he does this he always ponders deeply about wondrous sights and mountains angled steeply Why does he do it? Only I know. He sits back and wonders why the rivers flow He climbs to find where the greener grass might grow He wishes to know as do we all. On this earth what is our purpose? Is hoping for something after this life hopeless? What and where was I before this? Thus we wander and ponder as we dump our thoughts into a seemingly endless abyss.

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