wandering

wandering

no goal in sight

no more seeking for the right

the time has come to play it dumb

on and on through wind and rain
no more for the heart to strain

take it slow

don't make a 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 found inside
no longer from the truth to hide

our daily bread is all we need
no more the 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 sure more fun
than anxious wanting

all the needing is just in our heads

just tormenting ourselves with
foolish thought

we don't have to do that

it's just a habit we picked up along the way