The Lonely Traveler

I wander this pile of dirt

And ponder my trials of worth

I scan all my visions

And my past decisions

I've squandered my miles on earth

What is my purpose

What is my meaning

What is to quench my hunger and needing

I walk down the path

Where is it leading

Am I the captain

Do I just follow

Am I being read or am I the one reading

This rock that I stroll can be so devieving

My time here is limited

It's something I treasure

We are still primitive

Knowledge can't be measured

I travel to learn

Understanding I yearn

I look for truth

Not trivial pleasure

I guess I'm to be

The best that I can

I'm beginning to see

I'm to make my own plan

To follow myself

Not to follow the clan

My own notion is where I'm to stand