There I was standing on the borderline,
The borderland of mystery and promise,
In a shack of shaky dreams,
A house we didn’t build properly,
Our heart was the roof and not the foundation.
It caved in with the hail of surprises.
Our emergency fund was our arms, but we couldn’t hold on any longer.
Oh dear God, why couldn’t I have been stronger?
A man with only his thoughts, forgets how to pray,
Yet the man of prayer tends to stay…
In a broken reality of loosely based finality,
But I’m comfortable in unknown footsteps,
They keep me from doubting, and force me to stop thinking.
Sure I’m wandering, but I’m also solving…
A solution that points to you.
If I don’t find you, I will have at least known you.
Maybe we did things improperly and out of order,
But we were hoarders, who loved only partially.
My sadness fuels my laughter, and it’s hard to say when I’ll run dry.
Probably just in time to say bye for a second time.
My throat’s sincere request: Give up on your journey,
For as to mine, I can’t finish the rest.
The wandering life never sounds appealing,
For if it did, I might have a companion.
I sharpen my soul for my body had grown dull.
My hopes are balloons tied to my waist,
The tune of the Wandering Man keeps me in flight.
Its warm breeze beats on my skin, while my hair dances along.
This journey is infinite, but it’s an excuse to utter this song.
This next step is planted in fertile soil,
I’m certain my direction can’t be calculated,
Yet uncertainty has become my home.
It might be hard to convince you I’m doing fine,
Love outgrew my heart, now I’m building an addition.
Wandering is the only place I want to be,
Wondering about you is what my mind sees.
Accept that I’m lost, but people get lost,
They do it cuz they want to be found.
Can’t decide if I’m trampling the ground,
Or this dust and rocks are dragging me along,
Either way, I found my stride,
I struck down your fears in order to conquer mine.
I found all the CD’s you ever made,
The one we played in our getaway,
Remember the movie we snuck into,
The stranger we shared popcorn with.
Track 6 I can’t recognize or even begin to…
Understand why a dark song like that could fit us.
But I know, it explains things:
Like how we argued over ice cream flavours,
The dream of becoming each other’s neighbor,
The thought of proximity being fantasy.
Your bike I fixed up to your specifications,
How I taught you to beat box and rhyme,
And the sewing machine you claimed as a ‘great garage sale’ find.
I made you a sweater after I stole it,
It was awful, but you still wore it.
You loved the creator not the product.
Now dear, please love the man I’ve become,
Ignore all the wandering; I’m walking out my demons,
I’ll never forgive myself if I brought even one of them home.