wandering

wandering

no goal in sight

no mor seeking for the light

the time has come to play it dumb


one and on through wind and rain

no more for the heart to strain


take it slow

don't make show

accept life soft

and just refrain

no more  -  kiss the girls

and make them squeal

no more  -  make up jokes

and some you steal


the way of peace is four inside

no longer from the truth to hide


our daily bread is all we need

no more human ego feed


let it go  -  the foolish playing

all the foolish hope and praying


the quiet life does suit me now

tho being here i don't know how


but feeling peaceful
is more fun
than anxious wanting


all the needing is just in our heads

just tormenting our self with foolish thought

we don't have to do that

it is just a habit we picked up

along the way