Wander

To wander is to wonder,

but wonderment wanes.

The lost shall be found,

but what remains?

An echo of life,

a semblance of joy?

A sea of false pretenses

we all employ.

A life not authentic,

lived in pain.

A mind schizophrenic,

rent in twain.

How does one cope?

How does one survive

when each day may be

the last spent alive?

In this some find solace;

some find anxiety.

And so inevitable death

shapes society.

To live life to the fullest,

to experience every moment.

To give in to hopelessness

against an unbeatable opponent.

These are your choices,

how will you endure?

Will you wander in fear,

or embrace the obscure?