Wandering Souls

Existential questions like a flame in the night
Keeping me awake with tears that burn like a fire
And I'm getting to the point of feeling overly tired
Of the people who say, "You've gone astray"

Wandering souls may appear to be lost
When in truth they are forging the trails
Of their most earnest thoughts
This is no patty cake, taffy-pull, carnival ride
This is the crucible of life

Riding through the borderlands of sleep and awake
Mapping every bend and twisted fork that I take
Near obsessive over details like the whole world is at stake
Even still people say, "You've gone astray"

Wandering souls may appear to be lost
When in truth they are forging the trails
Of their most earnest thoughts
This is no patty-cake, taffy-pull carnival ride
This is the crucible of life