An aimless wanderer may never be lost.

So on the surface, you may not find

How does the wanderer tell time

Time is relative

So on the surface, the wanderer never changes

Although, in the depths of his heart

He has lived a thousand lives

Without expectations

dissecting each moment

Without a doubt, this path takes time

It’s Arduous, and truly lonely

Free from the responsibility of mortality

And rising into oneself, This is love actually