Wandrin' - Petrichor

Wandrin' forward

Underneath the bluest skies,

Only waiting for what I do not know

Wandrin,'

Walking,

Seeking why the bluebirds fly

Feeling lonely, knowing not what that may show

With the wind,

The feeling of freedom that slips into my eyes

Seeking whether I alone can reach the highest highs

Waxing,

Waning

Getting deeper all the time

Until at last I can succumb to my demise