I am he who wanders
He who wanders far and free,
Wanders past the farthest trees,
He wanders into wonders no other man will see.
Willing I walk over mountains, bypassing all known seas,
As water is the only hinder to my wandering where walking is my means
For seas cannot be wandered without the spirit of a team,
But the snow upon the mountain tops can be walked on with some ease
I am he who wanders
He who wanders far and free,
Wanders past the farthest trees,
He wanders into wonders no other man will see.
Willing I walk over mountains, bypassing all known seas,
As water is the only hinder to my wandering where walking is my means
For seas cannot be wandered without the spirit of a team,
But the snow upon the mountain tops can be walked on with some ease
I never buy lined journals. Why? Because they tell me what to do! They tell me where to write,                              how big,                                  and in what direction! They're not called "ruled pages" for nothin'! They impose their rules on your writing and declare: "This page is off limits for:                              Doodling                              Drawing                              Sketching This is a Writing Only Zone. Keep control of your hand and                     Stay in line!" I won't!       Don't test me.               I'll write diagonally!    Your lines can't control me! Too many Rules! I never liked rules. Rules are only good for                         Organizing                         Ordering And keeping things in line. Ruled pages are good for         Organizing scattered thoughts                   (bringing them into line)         Or making lists                   (compiling data) For these things, I forgive you, lined pages. You do have your purpose. But though you may have the best of intentions, I still defy your order. What can I say? It's my nature to stay out of line.
I am he who wanders
He who wanders far and free,
Wanders past the farthest trees,
He wanders into wonders no other man will see.
Willing I walk over mountains, bypassing all known seas,
As water is the only hinder to my wandering where walking is my means
For seas cannot be wandered without the spirit of a team,
But the snow upon the mountain tops can be walked on with some ease
Thrown For A Loop by JustifiedxSundays, literature
Literature
Thrown For A Loop
So this life hurled me into fire-
flames always know just where to lick.
Scars are charred-
tattoos on me are quotes with your promises
that were empty within.
So this life hurled me into sin-
but I want to know what innocence is again.
Let the water wash away
why we even bother
why we chose to stay.
This life makes a fool out of all your lovers
and it makes sure to destroy the others
dust and smoke to get inside and make you
choke.
This life hurls you into glory-
it frees you
ties you up in pretty chains
so you don't want to change.
This life hurls you into pain-
the way we bleed still feels the same.&