Wandering

John Prophet

Flowing 

through space

and

time.

Wandering 

dimensionally 

through 

ethereal 

realms 

and back.

Sliver of

reality we

live,

oblivious 

of all that

exists.

Writhing in

the bog,

clawing to

survive.

Looking up

looking out,

like babes

in the

crib.

Wandering,

wondering.

Mysteries 

wrapped in

mysteries,

never to

be known.

Undaunted,

pressing on.

Pressing on

to a future 

unknowable.

To places

beyond 

belief.

 

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2018 07:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    I'm always wandering and wondering.

    • John Prophet

      Hi SS,

      Thank you for reading my work and for your comment!

      JG



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