I wonder.

As I journey on the path that dreamers take, 

the eyes see what they have never seen before

and the ears hear what they have never heard before.

I wonder what they mean when they call what's normal paranormal

I wonder why love is constrained in egotistic confinements that make our hearts heavy like the laden clouds.

I wonder if you know what it means to have your dreams come true. 

Being a worker is just how it works,

to what ends do we traverse the vast back of the earth?

Is it peace? 

is it wealth?

is it pleasure?

I wonder why nature and being in nature makes me feel completely at ease

is it the softness of the billowing breeze?

Is it the tender butterfly that spreads its little beautiful wings to ride the wave of the soft breeze?

Wandering has made me stumble upon wondrous sayings

sayings that make one wander deep in the recesses of their own mind. 

Being a worker is indeed how it works

so work on self and build self

be free, 

or give the system what it wants

be free, 

or sell your soul for a small price.

BE FREE. 

I wonder if this is what you want