If I wander any more,
then I’ve seen and felt everything
When I wander I’m at war
Fighting voices in the boxing ring
Why I wander, I’m not sure
I don’t wander for anything
But I’m not lost, I really could never be
Those people with chains they scowl at me
Whose chains would weigh my wandering feet
Purple with bruises by the terrain they meet
Longevity, I do not wander in futility
Wondering, do I wander aimlessly?
Wandering, naught but a title of vagrancy
If not with a purpose, I wander purposefully
But I’m not lost, I never was, I never will be