Wandering Soul

A poem about self identity and purpose

Wandering Soul

Oh you wandering soul, come down from the clouds
come down to the ground
where you'll be safe and sound
Oh you wandering soul, where do you plan to go?
your eyes are always searching searching
it seems like you don't know
Oh you wandering soul, why are you so unsure
why not stick around
are you waiting for something more?
Oh you wandering soul, tell me what you see
is your head somewhere else
are you even listening to me?
Oh you wandering soul, what are you looking for
maybe whatever you think is missing is waiting at your door

I am of two minds with this
This wandering soul is mine I confess
I cannot seem to stay
As if something is pulling me away
There is something missing I cannot see
And I know it is supposed to be
The thing that makes my heart beat
Wakes me up and keeps me from sleep
My passion, my calling, my purpose here
I hope that I am getting near
A wandering soul I will wander on
Until the day I find where I belong