“The wanderer I became”

Never left my home but yet been to many abodes that I became lost in which I was in

Always in fantasy of becoming the perfect son and child to all

But yet again if I came to reality of who I became, I was far from the illusions I had in my head

Guess that’s the life we were born to live in

Never getting what we want but what we never thought of was always on the table.

Mysteries of life kept me wandering with no reason and no hope of arriving a destination

Was I born a wanderer you ask?

It's a YES but yet a NO,

Did I make the decision of always drifting far from my reality?

These are questions I'm always faced with but again the answers are said to be in me but yet again not with me...

The only reality I've come to peace with is the that which I must keep fantasizing of a better me and becoming the better version of who I am in reality.