Author Information
A Wandering Thought
One day I was so confused
I set out on a journey
My walk wouldn't take me far
A mile to a road made of dirt and stone
I could hear the birds
The air smelled like fall
A trail I saw leading down a shallow hill
I followed it's mystery
To a stream
Where fishes swam
I saw my reflection
In the crystal clear water
It wasn't me I saw
This guy was ragged
He was worn out
And he was tired
He didn't smile
I wondered who he was
It couldn't have been me..
Could it?
I walked on
Past the stream
Between the trees
I saw their leaves
Changing colors
We shed ourselves sometimes
And come back as someone new
I came to a clearing
Where I stopped
So I could rest
I was alone there
But I knew that others had been before
They must have made memories in that spot
Much like I was doing that day
I felt like I was part of something
Even though I didn't know
What it was
I didn't know what to do from that point on
I fell asleep
The earth kept me company
The earth watched me sleep
Like she did sometimes
