Again I find myself wandering...

Again I find myself wandering into a world familiarly different from the present
perhaps proceeding from exhaustion.
But again I find myself wandering
Wavering hearts do find themselves often in times of bushwhacking
retching through wilderness of backcountry mindsets.
Hearts grow weary when not tousled into action upon demand.
In their weary state they find themselves traveling through valleys of confusion
grabbing hold to all living things in sight.
Hoping and praying that each new seedling will grow into a great and unbreakable redwood.

Again I find myself wandering into a mind of relentless inaction
perhaps derived from lack of pursuit.
But again I find myself wandering
Wavering hearts do find themselves often in times of despair
dragging through mud piles of swamp-filled troughs.
Hearts grow anxious when not aroused into laughter upon intention.
In their state of exhaustion they see themselves reflecting lost love in present days
carrying baggage of all past endeavours.
Singing and dancing to the melodies of old songs once sung into the winds of joyous occasion.

Again I find myself wandering into a state of resolving old phantasms
perhaps sourced by revelation.
But again I find myself wandering
Wavering hearts do find themselves often times in a state of monotones
pulling themselves to find peace in solitude.
Hearts grow calm when realized truth in future hold still beyond them.
In their holding state of the waiting game they find themselves rejuvenated by stillness
resting on mountain peaks of glory.
Inhaling and exhaling the fresh air of summits to which they reside upon until rescue.

Again I find myself wandering into a new conscience
one of peace and return to rooted states
here I find myself hence beginning again
the agonous wait for humble strong approach
to melt the frozen state to which I have my heart.
Again I find myself wandering.
Wandering aimlessly with no direction
and finding ultimate pleasure in such existence
until fulfillment decided to dance my way.