Upon Coming Across EnWonderment

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.