Where am I wandering, so far from home?
Why do my feet stray from the course I set
To find themselves in lands where few will roam
Willingly, and rather seem to let
The winds direct them than my head, their guide?
Is there a purpose to this strange event,
Or is it chance that I do err so wide
Of where I meant to go? For my intent
Was close-defined and purposive, and this
Seems for the moment to be unthought-out.
I know it's possible that I should miss
My target, but this far? I have some doubt.
There must be purpose; but that might just be
A foolish wish, and not reality.
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