Wondering turns to wandering and you always seem to go
far away from all the things you know
You wander down the path that takes you to the maze
The maze that leaves you feeling lost for countless days
The way out is known to wanderers who often wonder too
Here in this place you have to make a choice
to find the exit door
Sometimes wanderers stay firmly rooted with their feet bolted to the ground
All the while somehow still wandering around
Feeling lost inside this maze
Spirits broken and low
You wonder why you can’t seem to go
And when you do finally wander away you will wonder why you did not stay
The Road Less Run 