The Wanderer

In the very last days, I will be able to look back at my life and address it with as much honesty as I do now. Part of that honesty will be to realize that I don't understand why I did some things, why I said some things, or why I wandered around helpless and lost for so many years. All I want is to find something somewhere. And I don't really care what form that something takes, so long as it makes me happy until those last days. Until then... I just wander, and when I stop, I'll be there.