A Wandering Poem
A story once heard as a child
reminds me of travels that followed
neither weather nor time even mattered
As I look to make due with my load.
A journey begins with just one step
and takes as long as it may
to get to the end of journey
at least that's what the books say.
But my thoughts stray regardless if I leave
the warmth of the confines I own
some journeys are taken without steps
outside of your house and your home.
For wandering outside has limits
Strength, time and money hold back
but wandering within one's own mind
Can happen whatever you lack.