I wandered in and out of my life
Hoping that one day I would stay
The fact that I never felt at home here
Nor have I ever considered to be

Wish I knew what was going to happen next
I was never the one to live by the uncertainty
I like to expect what is expected
Not the uncertainties of being

I wish that I could stop the think for a while
But, I never could because I like to know
Answers for my questions, and a level of certainty
Is all that I ask of this, but that can’t happen…..

Still I wander in and out of life
Looking for yet another answer
Never getting the one that I want
But always getting something I need

A sense of direction though not mine
I continue to wander through-out
Unsure, uncertain, and undone
By my own