Wanderer
I have traveled through madness to find me,
Traveled through madness to come back to me
Voyaging through theories of my own self-discrepancies
Known as one whom travels aimlessly;
Wandering
One who leads and leaves pieces of me
Each path I take, regard roaming seas
Attracting those misaligned, but sent for me, to see
One of none, yet the same as one whom seeks discovery
So we assume, I, the same as you
Voyaging through experiences and realities
Aimlessly sharing parts of me with those quick to take
Slow to give, though easy to leave
Yet I find myself,
Surrendering
Surrendering to Love, focusing on the qualities and out to bes’
Overcoming a drifting mind, constantly wondering
Till I’m present again, home
Knowing that fleeting encounters only bring but so much relief
Discontentment pokes and pries
Unveiling myself, challenging thinking, quickly convincing
That I’m worthy of those same brown eyes,
Which in reality is a reflection of me
When things are still the same as yesterday and tomorrow, I’ll find the will to go and follow, thinking that wandering will provide some peace
Letting the soul be, traveling far far, only to be near me
So why does running make me feel so free?
Because at times I feel suppressed as desire is deprived of my constant needs,
Hiding the continuous systemic paths within my hidden desires
But I always find myself coming back to me, though I find myself
