Wondering
What is it
That We do
As We wander
Throughout the earth
Searching
Searching for what
Searching for something
Worth searching for
We all
Sit
And
Rot
On these couches
In these desks
In these squares
Wasting away
Our very souls
For Us,
That
Is the alternative
To wandering
So We wander
Without a
Single
Solitary clue
In Our heads
Why or what
We'll do
Not a single clue
What to do
When
We run out of fuel
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