Wander
Maybe I was meant to wander, To seek comfort in corners, To find beauty in edges, To find happiness in pieces, To find blessings, In other's left over. Maybe I was meant to be something, An eye of a storm, Where you seek solace, When it is tough. But you never wish, While enjoying summer time, A shadow where you hide, When the sun is high. When the night has come, A glass full of water, or I'm not enough, To quench your thirst. Maybe I was meant to be nothing, In a world that offers everything. - Pranavi Darsi