Weary wanderer stop and listen!
Were the lines I heard from way back
Like a dandelion gone to seed
Blooming at the end of a green stem
The flower dries and form seed
Blow it away,
and the paricles scatter
Gone into oblivion.
My life was a dandelion
Blown everywhere by whatever comes
Trying to be everywhere but nowhere
Que sera sera, the tunes on the wanderer’s lip
Like dandelions gone to seed
I didn’t have control
I couldn’t take control of the directions.
I became a prey for the lion
Not able to see the danger signs
Till it was too late
Vulnerable to deception
I thought I was doing fine on my own
Till I hear the voice calling out
stop and listen,
You are wading too deep into the lies
It’s a trap,
Stop! Look up!!
Break free from the lies, the trap
Before it becomes a stronghold
Too strong to break!
Weary wanderer, stop and listen
To the voice calling out
This is the way.
Weary wanderer stop!
Inspired by Shaun Alexander’s THE WALK.
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