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Wanderers

Night after night, I look upon the stars, I count them as time flies by, waiting for sleep to arrive. Read More

Night after night, I look upon the stars,

I count them as time flies by, waiting for sleep to arrive.

I reflect on days of travel and motion,

Where we go day by day in search of ourselves

And answers to questions that hold our minds.

We go around, searching for meaning, searching for the self,

Asking “Who am I? Who I am?”

And the simplest answers must be,

“You are you, don’t you see? You are you and no one else.”

And so it must be true, that no one else can be us, and that

Each and every person has a place in the world, and

It’s a miracle any of us meet one another.

But, it is my belief,

That we enter each other’s lives for a reason

And each new person that is met, is met through

A progression of various events that lead toward the meeting.

For in life, whenever one door closes, another opens,

Endings lead to new beginnings,

As days pass into days and days and days,

God sets us on our paths to meet the people

That he has planned to shape our lives.

 

We are all wanderers searching for meaning,

Searching for people, searching for connections,

And we never wander alone.

We ask ourselves “Who am I Who am I?”

And we find the person traveling next to us is also asking

“Who am I Who am I?”

And perhaps we say “I don’t know, I’m looking too.”

Or we’ll stop and say “I’ll help you.”

So we are all wanderers searching,

But the beauty of life is we are not alone,

And that we can wander together.

 

And time, continues moving forward, never stopping.

Each past moment is left behind, as each present moment arrives.

The past will never return,

And the future is uncertain,

So it’s best to take the present moment,

And go day by day and night by night.

I count star by star

and still wonder when sleep will arrive…

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