I wander off, searching

For a soul to fill this hole

I don’t know the path I’m taking

All I know is I can’t stand still

And let this life meander away

Where I go has no end or start

There are no maps, only a tug

That propels my heart forward

To endless moments of existence

Pitching me this way and that

I blunder and lurch onwards

To another hope or mistake

What is the lesson in this

My mind must surely know

But it’s another passenger

On this caravan of my body

Weaving and winding through living

Knowing and not knowing

At the same time


© 2017 Valerie Hathaway


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