Wandering Minds

Wandering minds and restless souls,
They walk the lands,
There numbers untold.

Their scattered states of mind leave them lost,
Struggling to find their way home,
They travel in hope to avoid the coming frost.

A wandering mind has a vacant glare,
Into the distance is pierces,
Lost in though they do stare.

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