Reflections of a Wanderer
As an invisible person,
I can't imagine that I would feel differently.
Wandering in ignorance,
never certain of where I'm headed
or where I've been,
letting my feet go where my mind cannot control.
Today is empty,
uncertain,
as I lace up my sneakers and open the door.
Where will these shoes be,
when the sun goes down this evening,
and what will this mind come to know
in the hours resting between.
