wandering around the middle of town. guitar strapped to my back like Johnny Guitar. Dad should have given me a case if he didn’t want it damaged, but then he wanted to smash it yesterday anyway. I wonder when betty jean’s getting out of school… the days go so slow and fast. Ol man Johnson’s playing piano again. Maybe Missus Johnson’s got that cornbread going again like she does. Says southern food’s tastes the best in this Seattle climate.
She tried to see through the darkness of the night and the fog all around her. Nothing she didn’t know what to do but keep wandering until she finds her way out.
I have a wanderlust. Not the kind you’re thinking of, hopping on planes to South America or Europe or Asia and then trains and boats and such. No. I like wandering. Literally walking around and around and around without ever knowing where I am going exactly…
I wandered across the world to find all the pleasures that there are to find. Wandering as in walking around but at the same time I also let my mind wander, finding new worlds inside my mind. So at the same time as I was discovering actual places, in my mind I discovered the fantasies in my mind.
i am free i am happy i want to be floating in the woods in a tree with a book peaceful content to be alone but not feel alone. i want to be loved and to give love equally. wanderlust is a good word. i love to just end up in a happy pl
Sometimes I like to close my eyes and wander through my own mind. I never know what I’ll find there, which is part of the adventure. And when I’m done, I write down my experiences for all to see, should they choose to wander my mind with me, and maybe one day explore their own heads for a while.
im going to wander through teh streets of a far wawy place away fro everything that happened lats night and im going to hope that my laughter will drown it all out just peace thats all im looking for, i sound depressed but truth is im not im just onfused and stressed, i can handle it i know i can, hes simply aboy and im simply over reacting but he was my best friend and thats what just bother sme about it , but in this distant place where i will wander i will realise that theres much more ot the world that him and life can and will, go on.
the word wander is word, lets say like people wander a around in stores and on the street and everywhere else in the world that is what the word wander.
i want to wander in and out of other people’s lives. i think that’s the only way i’ll find what i’m searching for – i didn’t even know i was looking for sometime, until the ex boyfriend i broke up with say, very sweetly, i hope you find that thing you’re looking for. now i am looking for something. and i hope to god i find it before it finds me.
wander lonely as a cloud a condensed float of rain and weather. wanderlust overwhelmed by wanderlove in the great outdoors. Open doors and inverted four walls a ceiling and floor.
As i wander about, lonely as the wind,
I think to myself how life would have been.
Had your face been next to mine,
would I still cry at night?
Should I return to the world that is real,
and seek our your face once more?
I was wandering through the forest when I came across a bear shitting in the woods. He smiled and said G’Day to me and if asked if I had any toilet paper on me. He then took me fishing and gave me some fish to each. He was a very nice bear and he gave me a big hug.
Wandering through the streets of this remote northern town in the middle of winter is a dismal experience. The dirty piles of rotting snow that line the streets may be hiding tender green shoots of grass waiting to emerge at the first bit of coaxing, and brightly-colored flowers that may be anxious to erupt and sway in gentle summer breezes, but for now it’s a cold and dreary scene. I shiver in the grey light of dawn as I kill time waiting for the Greyhound bus to rescue me from this desolation and whisk me away to bpthe bright lights of the city where it’s so much easier to hide.
sometimes, i just like to wander. i leave my house, with no particular destination. nowhere to go, no time to be back. i like to people watch, and watch the nature. clouds, trees, animals, whatever i see. sometimes, i will bring a book. other times, it is just me. wandering. forever alone and serene, but never really alone at e at all all.
i wander along the road head down struggling to cope with the thoughts running through my mind. was it her that i lost? was it me? i wander on this lonely road without caring what destination i reach.
i wandered lonely as a cloud.
two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
sometimes i like to just go outside and wander through my neighborhood.
wandering in the woods makes me relaxed.
i could wander on the beach just finding things for my entire lifetime.
wandering is just fun sometimes.
My mind wandered away not paying any attention to what the professor was saying. I thought about the saints who wandered on to the path of righteousness while Dr. Astle continued to demonstrate his new invention, experimenting his every little observation on me.
I wandered lonely as a cloud – poetry, dreaming, going nowhere in particular, relaxed, ambling, romantic, reflective, contemplative, possibly introverted, or open to new possibilities. dreaming
wander through my life
and see what you’ve done to it
would you feel bad
do you feel bad?
would you feel worse
wander through my mind
and see how you’ve changed it
the way i think
who i trust
what i value
it remains to be seen if i’m a better person for you or not
I was jogging this evening and saw a path. Walked into it and found a beautiful beach. Stared into the horizon and found so much peace. Walking aimlessly to wait for the sun to set. It was pretty.
my mind always wanders unwittingly into strange area of fantasy. As I am compelled by the laws of nature to think more rationally, emotions and human imagination take precedence occasionally. This, I am not ashamed of.
There are so many places I would choose to wander…. if only there were time, resources. so much to do, so much to see and touch and experience and smell.
Wouldn’t that be the best gift to yourself that you could imagine sharing with those you love?
I really like to wander around beaver damn bridge wth the catipiller feild and the horse trails. WANDERing is the real way I keep sane. Infact if i didnt wander how woul i learn about new places new things new sights. Wandering keeps me wondering.
wanderlust the love of walking and not going anywhere I love wandering it is a favorite pastime of mine really ian hacking wrote a book called mad travelers about people in Ireland or somewhere who have a diseaease whose main symptom is wanderlust did I spell that correctly?
I wander into a distant place. There is no one here except for me, and it is sweet relief to be alone. It feels nice to bask in the serenity of my alone time. It is a desolate place and life is good here.
I wander up the street curious to find what comes ahead of me I hope its good, I search and search for it to come to me, but I dont even know what it is What do I look for ? What am i wondering about? What am I wandering about for? What do I do? I need to find it, whatever it is
to wander is to move around a explore within a place. its to experiment and gain an understanding of somewhere by looking around and observing one’s surroundings.
i cannot help but thinking about wanderind distant, far away places, remote, not a single touch with civilisation. what is there to do? what would i do?
I wandered around the school this morning looking for a clue to whether I should go to class or stay at first breakfast. I had no idea if it was normal breakfast or if only the juniors were supposed to eat because they were leaving to take the ACT.
I’m walking around in the garden. The moons light shines on me, making my skin glow. I think about my life and everything I’ve done with it and everything I plan to do with it.
Wander. What we want to do, what we want to be. No aim, no need for one.
Wander. Free. Fly. Float.
Wander. See. Smile. Sweat.
Wander. Wonder. Winding. Weird.
Wander. Because we know we want to.
Stumble, because that’s the closest we can come to it right now.
And because that’s how we came to this in the first place.
Fearless Warriors look Into the West, throw their compasses away and wander.
Wah wah wander, this world all alone, those old songs from the time before I was born blaring from scratchy car radios and huge steering wheels turning wander
wandering around the middle of town. guitar strapped to my back like Johnny Guitar. Dad should have given me a case if he didn’t want it damaged, but then he wanted to smash it yesterday anyway. I wonder when betty jean’s getting out of school… the days go so slow and fast. Ol man Johnson’s playing piano again. Maybe Missus Johnson’s got that cornbread going again like she does. Says southern food’s tastes the best in this Seattle climate.
She tried to see through the darkness of the night and the fog all around her. Nothing she didn’t know what to do but keep wandering until she finds her way out.
I have a wanderlust. Not the kind you’re thinking of, hopping on planes to South America or Europe or Asia and then trains and boats and such. No. I like wandering. Literally walking around and around and around without ever knowing where I am going exactly…
I wandered across the world to find all the pleasures that there are to find. Wandering as in walking around but at the same time I also let my mind wander, finding new worlds inside my mind. So at the same time as I was discovering actual places, in my mind I discovered the fantasies in my mind.
i am free i am happy i want to be floating in the woods in a tree with a book peaceful content to be alone but not feel alone. i want to be loved and to give love equally. wanderlust is a good word. i love to just end up in a happy pl
Sometimes I like to close my eyes and wander through my own mind. I never know what I’ll find there, which is part of the adventure. And when I’m done, I write down my experiences for all to see, should they choose to wander my mind with me, and maybe one day explore their own heads for a while.
im going to wander through teh streets of a far wawy place away fro everything that happened lats night and im going to hope that my laughter will drown it all out just peace thats all im looking for, i sound depressed but truth is im not im just onfused and stressed, i can handle it i know i can, hes simply aboy and im simply over reacting but he was my best friend and thats what just bother sme about it , but in this distant place where i will wander i will realise that theres much more ot the world that him and life can and will, go on.
the word wander is word, lets say like people wander a around in stores and on the street and everywhere else in the world that is what the word wander.
Down and back, down and back
All along the rutted path
O’er cobblestone and dusty plains
Wander, wanderer, down and back
To and fro, to and fro
Through the darkness, onward go
‘Cross knee-high fields and tow’ring wood
Wander, wanderer, to and fro
On and on, on and on
Fight the wind and blazing sun
Through sleet and rain and snow and hail
Wander, wanderer, on and on
To the horizon, through the sky
Wander, wanderer, wander.
i want to wander in and out of other people’s lives. i think that’s the only way i’ll find what i’m searching for – i didn’t even know i was looking for sometime, until the ex boyfriend i broke up with say, very sweetly, i hope you find that thing you’re looking for. now i am looking for something. and i hope to god i find it before it finds me.
what i’m doing here.
that’s quite simple though. nothing. apart from deliberately confusing homophones for the sake of avoiding anything meaningful,
wander lonely as a cloud a condensed float of rain and weather. wanderlust overwhelmed by wanderlove in the great outdoors. Open doors and inverted four walls a ceiling and floor.
As i wander about, lonely as the wind,
I think to myself how life would have been.
Had your face been next to mine,
would I still cry at night?
Should I return to the world that is real,
and seek our your face once more?
I was wandering through the forest when I came across a bear shitting in the woods. He smiled and said G’Day to me and if asked if I had any toilet paper on me. He then took me fishing and gave me some fish to each. He was a very nice bear and he gave me a big hug.
It would be easy to wander into a forest of clothes… that turns into a real forest. With magical creatures. Yeah! Happened to me just the other day!
wandering over the valley
I fly
wandering for the little way over the
Wandering through the streets of this remote northern town in the middle of winter is a dismal experience. The dirty piles of rotting snow that line the streets may be hiding tender green shoots of grass waiting to emerge at the first bit of coaxing, and brightly-colored flowers that may be anxious to erupt and sway in gentle summer breezes, but for now it’s a cold and dreary scene. I shiver in the grey light of dawn as I kill time waiting for the Greyhound bus to rescue me from this desolation and whisk me away to bpthe bright lights of the city where it’s so much easier to hide.
sometimes, i just like to wander. i leave my house, with no particular destination. nowhere to go, no time to be back. i like to people watch, and watch the nature. clouds, trees, animals, whatever i see. sometimes, i will bring a book. other times, it is just me. wandering. forever alone and serene, but never really alone at e at all all.
i wander along the road head down struggling to cope with the thoughts running through my mind. was it her that i lost? was it me? i wander on this lonely road without caring what destination i reach.
i wandered lonely as a cloud.
two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
sometimes i like to just go outside and wander through my neighborhood.
wandering in the woods makes me relaxed.
i could wander on the beach just finding things for my entire lifetime.
wandering is just fun sometimes.
My mind wandered away not paying any attention to what the professor was saying. I thought about the saints who wandered on to the path of righteousness while Dr. Astle continued to demonstrate his new invention, experimenting his every little observation on me.
I wandered lonely as a cloud – poetry, dreaming, going nowhere in particular, relaxed, ambling, romantic, reflective, contemplative, possibly introverted, or open to new possibilities. dreaming
wander through my life
and see what you’ve done to it
would you feel bad
do you feel bad?
would you feel worse
wander through my mind
and see how you’ve changed it
the way i think
who i trust
what i value
it remains to be seen if i’m a better person for you or not
I was jogging this evening and saw a path. Walked into it and found a beautiful beach. Stared into the horizon and found so much peace. Walking aimlessly to wait for the sun to set. It was pretty.
my mind always wanders unwittingly into strange area of fantasy. As I am compelled by the laws of nature to think more rationally, emotions and human imagination take precedence occasionally. This, I am not ashamed of.
There are so many places I would choose to wander…. if only there were time, resources. so much to do, so much to see and touch and experience and smell.
Wouldn’t that be the best gift to yourself that you could imagine sharing with those you love?
every day he wanders
like a stone down the hill
does not know where he goes
until he stands still..
My mind is wandering off to a faraway land. I dream of princes, sand dunes, magic carpets and of dreams coming true.
so the air touches the pavement,
a background in night,
slight passing by,
sliding of an automatic
door,
choked among breaths,
sweet accidental smells
shake with bass
I really like to wander around beaver damn bridge wth the catipiller feild and the horse trails. WANDERing is the real way I keep sane. Infact if i didnt wander how woul i learn about new places new things new sights. Wandering keeps me wondering.
wanderlust the love of walking and not going anywhere I love wandering it is a favorite pastime of mine really ian hacking wrote a book called mad travelers about people in Ireland or somewhere who have a diseaease whose main symptom is wanderlust did I spell that correctly?
aimlessness, walking, peace, woods, trees, long paths, winding roads, clouds,
I wander into a distant place. There is no one here except for me, and it is sweet relief to be alone. It feels nice to bask in the serenity of my alone time. It is a desolate place and life is good here.
I wander up the street curious to find what comes ahead of me I hope its good, I search and search for it to come to me, but I dont even know what it is What do I look for ? What am i wondering about? What am I wandering about for? What do I do? I need to find it, whatever it is
to wander is to move around a explore within a place. its to experiment and gain an understanding of somewhere by looking around and observing one’s surroundings.
i cannot help but thinking about wanderind distant, far away places, remote, not a single touch with civilisation. what is there to do? what would i do?
I wandered around the school this morning looking for a clue to whether I should go to class or stay at first breakfast. I had no idea if it was normal breakfast or if only the juniors were supposed to eat because they were leaving to take the ACT.
I’m walking around in the garden. The moons light shines on me, making my skin glow. I think about my life and everything I’ve done with it and everything I plan to do with it.
Wander. What we want to do, what we want to be. No aim, no need for one.
Wander. Free. Fly. Float.
Wander. See. Smile. Sweat.
Wander. Wonder. Winding. Weird.
Wander. Because we know we want to.
Stumble, because that’s the closest we can come to it right now.
And because that’s how we came to this in the first place.
Fearless Warriors look Into the West, throw their compasses away and wander.
Wah wah wander, this world all alone, those old songs from the time before I was born blaring from scratchy car radios and huge steering wheels turning wander