I've wandered for a thousand years
searching for something I can't comprehend
Somehow, somewhere I lost
a piece of me.
I don't know what it was
I don't know what it means
But I feel I'm missing something,
Something that'll complete me.
maybe it's a futile quest
maybe it's all a mirage
maybe I'm meant to be this thirsty
a cruel joke of fate, it seems.
this yearning drives all my actions
a puppet master pulling my strings
everything I do, somehow i feel
has a hidden meaning
look me on surface and all's well
life's going on it's tracks
but there are hidden currents beneath the road
currents which have will'o themselves.
I'll not fight these currents; no, never
I'll go with the flow, the way I've always done
so I continue the wanderings unabated
till the strings of this life's come undone.
it's not a quest for some earthy prize
yearning for eternal salvation nor
cause if I find the end of rainbow
then what's left there in life to live for.
it's the wanderlust that defines me, in no uncertain terms
my anchor against the ravages of reality
I've found it and embraced it
and it'll guide me to nowhere till eternity.
