Wandering Poem by Sarah Persson

Intent on being human,
With minds that are strong,
With the sense to be diplomats,
Emotions felt, sometimes wrong.

We wander through days,
Searching for the right roads,
So much so that sometimes,
We stumble with loads.

Entrusting ourselves to
The ones that feel right,
Never thinking that sometimes,
We are blinded by sight.

But as I walk this road daily,
I'll never regret,
All the good times I've had,
Walking where I've been yet.