Nights wasted with eyes closed,
Laying sunk in sorrow,
Mind blank and limbs heavy,
Praying for tomorrow.
Days gone with backs turned,
Wandering back to where,
Heads down and words lost,
Kindness to scare.
Lives past with feet still,
Missing in the middle,
Arms open and minds closed.
All of it so little.
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The Wanderers
SpiritualPeople wander but not all Wanderers are people, we are more than that, we are writers, artists, inspirers, leaders, scientists, mathematicians, helpers, we are the Wanderers who know when to admit they do not belong. This is a book of quotes and par...
