Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Not all who wander are lost, but those who live in a spot might just be. Stoic, unable to experience the little joys of life, Immobile, like a statue the world passes by, Oblivious to the beauties of Mother Earth, Only knowing what is, and not what can be, Forgetting that life is not a destination, but a journey. Not all who wander are lost But only the great journeyers can say; Veni, Vini, Amavi As only they have experienced the wonders of the earth.