Wandering Wonderer

I spend too much time thinking.

Not enough time doing.

I wonder about this world, in ways that don’t fit with my normalised life.

I’d like to be a wonderer, a person paid to just sit and wonder about everything, imagine anything and write and create the whirls of wonder that travel through me.

I also want to wander, like the stray stars.

Deflected from their path, like the hysterical womb.

A wandering wonderer made good.

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