Wandering Souls - Mindy Gledhill

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