The Wanderer

Like

a cloud

without purpose

you never settle down

or stay in one place.

You daydream

of the things you will see.

You know not

of where you go.

You seem free

with not one care,

not needing anyone else,

but your imagination.

When truthfully

you feel alone,

trapped

in your thoughts.

You watch

the world around you,

wishing you were

a part of everyday life.

Everyone walks by

as though you are invisible.

You are always changing,

trying to gain attention.

You continue to wander,

hoping for the day

when finally

you are noticed.

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