Not all who wander
are lost.They move at all cost.
Trying to find
themselves. Being useful, like
Santa’s little elves.
Some wander in the
midst of craziness.Without a compass.
With all boldness. Expressing themselves
in tenderness.
Some run. Progressing towards
the sun.
It shines brighter. Makes the yoke
lighter.
Step by step towards
their purpose. Swimming till they
get to the surface.
Discovering,
searching, aching.
When they don’t
achieve. They continue to
believe.
And they wander
further. Press harder.
Work smarter. Learn faster.
Which opens up the
door for more possibilities. And removes all
boundaries.
Not all who wonder
are lost. They move at all cost.
And finally reach
their goal. To discover their soul.
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