Wandering,just wandering no direction in mind
Even words and thoughts seem elusive
My hands are empty,nothing to find
Wanting nothing asking for nothing

I wander on going here and there
Not even looking what is pass
I've traveled a million miles to nowhere
Reaching for what is out of reach

Just wandering,on the outskirts of life
Kind of floating in the mist
Does hunger always follow striff
Not wondering why I wander

Wondering over land and sea
Not knowing where I am going, nor caring
In the wide world I am but a flea
Insignificant even to me