We wander.. like bodiless souls.
We wander.
Like a child, we flounder.
Touching life's face, we ponder.
Growing in stature,
We gain our respect.
But meaningless, we throw it away.
No wonder so many are hurting.
Without thought, we roam.
People throw away life.
Our most precious gift, and it's waisted.
We wish and wish we had done this or gone there, seen that
Regrets don't change anything.
Without really living we die,
And the bodiless souls are free.
