Wandering Child
O! wandering child how far would you go?
how lost would you be found,?
Into the caves of nature extravaganza
No brother to keep you, no mother to wean you
no guardian to hood until you stumble into
The pit of random jamboree.
Like the cotton wool you wave
From nooks to crannies
And the wind is your transport
When it blows, you go
from Kilimanjaro to olumo rock
from California to Mauritania.
Rumble no more my dear,
to stumble no further
to be drunken in your misery.
your protractor is found
your compass is located
and navigation is activated.
So gather your experiences
endeavors & sail home
Turn home & you will be greeted
By mother repentance
Open hands
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