For that restless wanderer there is no common ground

On Sundays - when family rest and friends play - he has no where to go.

He hath ears and hears all
That is more painful than mere sight alone
Conversations that he will never partake in again

Through this suffering may wisdom come
Or else eternal punshiment for the restless wanderer

My eyes wander
I would like to say it's innocent
However they always land upon a woman
I do not know if it's her beauty or charms
My eyes wander none the less
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth
As a man who believes in the sanctity of marriage
Who fears the punshiment of adultree
As a person who sees and hears those who cry out
Wishing for nothing more than not to be obectfied
Yet my eyes still wander