Wandering Hearts by Lorenzo T. Neal

There are souls that find it easy to wander
They tend never to stray too far
They follow the leading of a fleeting fantasy,
A lying vanity
A wandering heart  restless yet zestful
A yearning for learning how to become the someone they want to be
Shifting and drifting between love and futility
Gleefully escaping in moments of zeal
Copulating in extraterrestrial feelings of Zen
While forgetting moments of definite chronology
Clinging with all hope to the desperation for the terminal
The finality of their soul’s wandering
The sense of existence becoming
The knowledge of themselves revealing
A wandering heart still bleeding yet needing
Rest from  the weariness of a journey
defined not by hope but by dread
The wandering heart ceases to be led once again into the pit