The wanderer walks more then he talks fished in a pot of emotions asteroid
torn by the fact that time is a plant
of which can't be regrown when grown on a slant
oh surface what is my purpose?
why am I here? what am I after?
what is my fear?
Stuck in a haze
of being afraid of the future
I'm the wanderer of night
The walker of the shadows
my feet glide lightly beneath the
street & it's gravel
I'm peeping at the living
within the holes of their hollows
Wondering if there lives are a cycle
Go to sleep, Go to work,
Go where ever the light glows
Follow the crowd, be a part of the now
Your past actions will only be known as a noun, I've figured it out, I've opened the spout
The opportunities are endless there just flowing about
the waters of remembrance are very shallow, and impact must be heavy to make a splash
Do what you love, and your passions will truly last
Don't be stuck in the past, instead, thrive on what's here today
This message is retrospective
echoed in constant delay
As I walk deeper into the dark this is what I truly say....L...O...S...T
it's hard to stay on track when you've mentally lost perspective
When everything you've known turns unfamiliar within seconds
Is this good energy?
or the spread of an infection?
I need a tower of fortune cookies
to hold my lessons
For when that tower crashes
it will crumble into a message
Do I search for more? or do I stay inside the common section?
I'm searching for the uncommon and people of rarity
Who can explain the emotions
of human irregularity?
Will I sustain my vision of singularity
art crafted in loops
repetition brings recognition to patterns covered from clarity
This is just a turn of the leaf
roots of the past years die off
they become obsolete, as we drift deeper into forms of technology, we suddenly find people in the form of anomalies
Look outside your window and standing there I will be, a stranger in the night
Peeping through windows for company
Only searching for answers that all of us seem to seek
Who will I be today and the following week
Who will I meet today that will change who I want to be
These are thoughts of the wanderer waking amount the streets