The one where I wander…

I wonder
and so I wander

there’s a path
out there somewhere

straight and narrow
or steep and winding

starting is the only way
to make it to the finish

and I wonder which way to go
so I wander

looking for that star to follow
maybe to see the Southern Cross

this world has many roads
I want to roam them all

taste them all
touch them all

What do you do?

What do you do
when the tears on the pillow

finally dry
and leave no trace

what do you do
when the bed is no longer empty

and the sheets
are warm in the morning

what do you do
when the quiet is shared again

and the footfalls
are familiar

what do you do
when your dreams are full

and the nights
they’re long, but not so much

what do you do