Meandering is more fun for me than knowning where I am going.
Out meandering this morningOn a quiet cloudy dayI sat on a stump while watchingA little ant busy on its way To where I had no way of knowingBut my mind played out my thoughtsAs if I where that ant and the ant was meAnd suddenly there was a “Bee” Now I am bigger than both of themWith a brain intelligently designedSo what do I do now, I ask myselfFor once I think I’ll use my mind.Now I am bigger than both of themWith a brain intelligently designedSo what do I do now, I ask myselfFor once I think I’ll use my mind.To figure out the sensible thing to doLike, Hang around or high tail it awayI just rose from my perch and nonchalantly,In- conspicuously meandered away.
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