I am the wanderer walking in open air. <br />My spirit dreams of great times to arrive, <br />Yet my heart cries alone with no care. <br />Only shadows of hope keep me alive. <br /> <br />I wish to see a life of only fantasies. <br />No journeys of desperate adventures. <br />I am in no mood for these crazy frenzies. <br />There are better moments to venture. <br /> <br />At last anguished visions drifted far away. <br />I am no longer standing on a solitary road, <br />And someone notes I quest a refined way, <br />Then I will learn the right lane to go home. <br /> <br />As you see, I was never truly by myself. <br />The drive in my heart returned in time. <br />My fears were placed on an empty shelf. <br />Destiny promises to fall in straight line. <br /> <br />When the glowing sun finally goes below, <br />I won’t look back to memories in my past. <br />An open door will guide me to no sorrow, <br />And perhaps my spark will return at last. <br /> <br />Let me seek my goals I plan to reach. <br />My mind floats endlessly in mixed riddles. <br />Pursuing and refuting the results of each. <br />I whined on the length I needed to kindle. <br /> <br />My passage was like a yellow brick way <br />That was marred from rifts on the mend. <br />I needed to put my feet in the right break, <br />And repair old scars that want to amend. <br /> <br />There are always answers to questions. <br />Sometimes cases are hard to apprehend. <br />Changes are seen as natural new situations. <br />Maybe one day everyone will comprehend. <br /> <br />Some day a flame will flicker in stride. <br />The light will direct my stately future, <br />Then my path in life endures in pride. <br />Reflections burnish new adventures. <br /> <br />Voices are calling me to my shelter. <br />My heart beats a notably tired sigh. <br />It is time to face reality for that matter. <br />Maybe hereafter I will be a little wise.<br /><br />Monica Engeler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wonderer-2/
