O wandering child
how far would you go?
how lost would you be found, ?
Into the caves of nature
extravaganza
No brother to keep you,
No mother to wean you
no guardian to hood
until your stumble into
The pit of random jamboree.
Like the cotton wool
you wave
From nooks to crannies
And the wind
is your transport
When it blows,
you go
from Kilimanjaro
to olumo rock
from California to Mauritania.
Rumble no more my dear,
to stumble no further
to be drunken in your misery.
your protractor is found
your compass is located
and navigation is activated.
So gather your experiences
endeavors,
And sail home
to a point of wandering no more
Turn home
you will be greeted
with opened arms
by Mother repentance
Luke 15: 11-32
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