Wanderer
I wander through the halls,
confused and misguided,
wondering what my next move should be.
I calculate my next step
but I don't take the first.
My dreams, my goals,
everything I yearn for
and everything I desire,
always out of reach.
I question the world around me,
waiting for all the answers to consume me.
Everyone around me,
the diversity,
the adversity,
always pushing me to become a better person.
I want to thank them for what they do,
but I don't see how they will understand.
I see the formidable foe I must finally conquer,
but this foe is not so much a single obstacle or monster,
but a jewel trapped in ice;
only to be freed with careful planning and flawless execution.
I know I should worry,
but I don't
because the world is my playground
and I am here to conquer it.
I am a wanderer.
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