To Wander

Dispear, hope, and the journey of life.

Born broken, incomplete
Missing fragments
Instructions not included

Destined to wander the realms of flesh
Searching for that which cannot be found
Companions come and go, incompatible parts

Like a machine, he carries on
Raising others, as he falls deeper
Ever weary, with no place for his head

Born broken, incomplete
Lost components
Command directive, not found

And the past keeps finding him, as he marches forward
Is he running from the past, unable to accept it
Or is the past hunting him, unable to let him go