Sometimes I wonder,
Not the wonderings of a wanderer
But those of a wonderer,
And so I wonder about life
And this feeling of uselessness,
Does it affect us all so?
And more importantly
Is it an eternal thought which at times affects us all internally?
To look upon my life and wonder
These wonderings of a wonderer
And not of one that wanders,
Would surely drive a man to the deepest depths of depression,
Should that come to happen
The mind not wonder,
But forever wander.