If wandering to somewhere is what people do
I will wander to nowhere to find something new
Undiscovered worlds, broken walls and waterfalls
If becoming part of society is the required norm I will break the rules and venture into the storm
New faces, car chases, forget the restrictions of bases
If being afraid is normal to all who watch the news
I will turn it off, look away, and cut the fuse
Reading books under a tree, taking walks by the sea
If being a romantic is looked down upon in today's earth I will travel back in time to the beginning of my birth Slow dancing in the rain, making love on a speeding train
I will wander to nowhere to be somewhere
Now, this poem is all about me. My mom called me, one night, and I was crying; when she asked me what I was crying about, I told her the television news. She, brillliantly, said, "Well, turn it off." I did and haven't listened to it, since. I love the road less traveled, before I feel like an explorer; I, always, find what few dare to seek--peace and tranquility! Great poem, Chris; you hit the nail on the head with this one, in my book!
Posted 14 Years Ago
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Nice poem overall. You have an interesting way of describing yourself here.
Reading books under a tree, taking walks by the sea
If being a romantic is looked down upon in today's earth
Then I will travel back in time to the beginning of my birth
Slow dancing in the rain, making love on a speeding train
I will wander to nowhere to be somewhere rather than nowhere...
This is a very good poem those lines above would be so nice to wander to.
Very interesting reading and wonderful writing.
wow, this really puts a new meaning on wandering to nowhere vs. wandering
in general, this is poetry, your talent for simplisity weaves its way through
a host of realistic imagery, awsome job, keep it up
Right off the bat, the first two lines hit me.
I loved it:
"If wandering to somewhere is what people do
I will wander to nowhere to find something new."
I really liked the overall theme of the poem; rebelling against the social norms and the underlying theme of how everyone seems to be searching for something, but what do they ever really find?
Nice work. I can see this.Don't guess I will ever meet the required norm, however, becoming somewhat of recluse. This was a nice write, my friend. Thank you for sharing.