Wanderer

As I lay here drifting off into the distance, seeking for answers that will not be found or told, on this dreadful cold night my thoughts wander, where have you gone? why have you gone? So fast at the speed of lightning you vanished Before my eyes, never would have seen it coming, just my imagination I tell myself over and over, As the wind blows through the trees and every drop of rain hits this foggy window, I drift off onto a Stream where dreams lie and peace is met, where I wander, things have not yet been seen.