Why do we do the things we do?
Why do we like the things we like?
Why do we say the things we say?
Do these questions even sound right?
Why do we wonder what we wonder?
Why don't we ponder when we should ponder?
Can't we step over when we're trapped under?
Too much pressure, starting to smother?
Maybe the answer is to wander?
Wander in thoughts, wander in wonder.
Maybe the answer is also to saunter?
Saunter in steps, forever in leisure.
-Evie-
-thoughts of a sleepy mind-
