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Jun 2013
From place to place i go
always moving
coming and going
never stopping

in time and space
i have been
both past and future
i have seen

but present
i am not here
for i have no place
i call my own

for i do wander
from time to time
around i go
here and there

from the past to the present
i will move about
never in one place
to call my own

for as i move
i do see
many things
come and go

few see
what i have
few felt
what has been

some see
but never realise
what is there
for eyes are closed
to what should be

as i wander
from here to there
i move about
now and then

time to move on
once again
for i am here
and you are there

for if i be
then im no longer here
for i have moved already
so see it as it should be

wandering
from place
within time
in space

never where i should be
for i am have come and gone
been there
seen what i should
now moved on

so see what you want
from whence i was
to where i go
see what you shall

for wander i do
in time
in space
in mind

for none to see
so i do carry on
moving around
until the day

when i do meet
myself where i should be
until that time comes
i will carry on

wandering where i am
where should i be
what have i been
why have i been there

for everything
comes and goes
a time and place
so ive been there
for a reason

but still i wander
i do come
and go
in the present
is my time now

for past and future
have become one
so all thats left is present
to live in

wandering about in time
is not where i should be
for once youve been there
is hard to see
what everyone sees
for so much more are you
that none do feel
like you

so wander you must do
in time
you may find
the place
you can call
your own

until that time
does come for me
i am here
but not in being
perhaps not in mind

for i wander
have been there
have been here
is all the same

no where is mine
to say it is
so travel i must
until one day

i can lay down
n pass away
in a place
where time and space
have stopped for me

that day is there
for me to see
but time is not
n space is hidden

so wander i will go
for where i stop
i dont know
for i am not there yet
here i am

ready
waiting
sitting
beating

just knowing that
for now i go
to join the queue
wandering

never settling
till i do find
my time in space
for me to rest

and say this is mine
where i do stay
with you i go
for now i am

no longer a wander
but a settler i be
until my days
i am here
with you i am

when one day
will come
for me to start
to go again
as i once did
my journey begins

for it happened once
so it will again
for me to pick up and go
never settle

to become part of time
within space i am
no longer anymore
just fade away

a wanderer i was
wandering in time
through space i went
but return i do
as that is all i am

a wanderer
Originally written on Friday, 10 April 2009 at 03:06
Written by
Brett
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   Sammie wells and Alice Burns
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