The vision is moving yet fixed to a cause
The cause is an actor, that changes disguise
Disguises keep coming again and again
Again we are moving, in circles we ran
To wander seems reason of why we are here
Here where we stumble and fail to hold dear
Hold dear what is there and not what could be
Could be we’re built to wander, not to see
Wherever we end up, we never yet reached
Reached what we wanted and what we have preached
We preached and we dreamed of what might one time come
Come the desired and we want the next one
To wander is clearly what makes us forget
Forget that there’s nothing that is truly consummate
Yet if consummate is what all of us crave
Then this craving all turns us into mere slaves
How do we escape this hellish demise?
How do we reach the ultimate prize?
How do we find what never was lost?
How do we pay and what is the cost?
And what if there is no way to reach what we seek?
How do we cope with a vision so bleak?
The question still stands and never as strong
Maybe the answer is to just wander on