Sometimes I just wonder
Wonder about everything and anything
Wonder about the past, the present, and the future
The possibilities, chances, wishes, dreams
And sometimes thinking about all this
Makes me petrified
Scared for what is to come
Worrisome of my choices
Indecisive of my path
Hesitant of my actions
Unsure, wavering, uncertain
And at other times
I am excited
Ready for the world
Broadening my horizons
Prepared to spread my wings
And soar
Ability to be
Anyone I want to be
To decide however I want to decide
And then sometimes I just wonder
Wonder about everything and anything
Wonder about the past, the present, and the future
The possibilities, chances, wishes, dreams
And then I stop
I stop wondering and question
I marvel at my conflictions
I embrace the opportunities
Laid out before me
Sometimes I just wonder
If wondering is a waste of my time
If thinking too much
Can cause you to walk in circles
In a never-ending cycle
Within this immeasurable infinity
Of such an inexhaustible vastness
Which we call our world
I wonder again
Maybe this is what makes me human
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sometimes I just wonder
Wonder about everything and anything
Wonder about the past, the present, and the future
The possibilities, chances, wishes, dreams
And sometimes thinking about all this
Makes me petrified
Scared for what is to come
Worrisome of my choices
Indecisive of my path
Hesitant of my actions
Unsure, wavering, uncertain
And at other times
I am excited
Ready for the world
Broadening my horizons
Prepared to spread my wings
And soar
Ability to be
Anyone I want to be
To decide however I want to decide
And then sometimes I just wonder
Wonder about everything and anything
Wonder about the past, the present, and the future
The possibilities, chances, wishes, dreams
And then I stop
I stop wondering and question
I marvel at my conflictions
I embrace the opportunities
Laid out before me
Sometimes I just wonder
If wondering is a waste of my time
If thinking too much
Can cause you to walk in circles
In a never-ending cycle
Within this immeasurable infinity
Of such an inexhaustible vastness
Which we call our world
I wonder again
Maybe this is what makes me human
