Wandering

You wandered alone

In a world of strangers

Looking for a place to belong

Never realising all along

That you had it backwards

And the love that you were seeking

Lay always undiscovered

Buried so very deep deep down

Inside of you all along

And now you realise

Sometimes wandering

Is not the greatest thing

If you have to travel far and wide

To find the home

That always existed deep inside

Or in another’s heart

Or maybe that too

Was why you wandered

Always wondering when

You would meet another soul

Who could see into your own

And together make a home

But whose loving eyes

Was it really

You were seeking

And was this seeking all about

The present

The past

Or presence !