What a thing it is to wander,
wondering in endless wonder,
if the things we see are real,
or just something fake we feel.
Always wandering,
we start to wonder,
is it a good thing?
Should we wander?
We might get lost,
we might grow old,
we might fall down
and then grow cold.
We could slip and fall forever
through a bit of a dream fever.
We could accident'lly stumble,
into a cage of toil and trouble.
So this question alone remains,
if we wonder and then wander,
will we ever be the same?