EndEmi

Not all who wander are lost And not all who are lost, wander Many, in fact, are stuck In time, in place, in mind Unmoving, they search Never finding what they lost Because what they lost is the key to the chains that bind them keeping them from finding what they are missing the most Not realizing that what they need was there all along, hidden inside, buried in the coils of their desperate search Blinded by the darkness that surrounds them, they have lost the ability to see the light