Like the dawning of a day once past
Your spirit is deeply rooted within me
Although it may seem a far too distant lingering
I suppose it is best to live in the present
Though all my passion for life and love is so far behind me
A wanderer could pass by these thoughs and never once blink
While another, not so uncommon, could dwell here an eternity
The wanderer, perhaps, stumbles upon the truth.
If only for an instant.
(8th grade) - The Wanderer.
