i wandered lonely as a cloud… i wander in the woods… wander in my dreams… lost…wander amongst the flowers…fields…peace…wandering in heaven…with..god…forever… wandering around town… looking for parking… i wander in the night.. when i should be sleeping
i wander, i wander all over. When i wander i wonder. Wandering brings the best thoughts, only because i wander by myself. Solitary wandering is the greatest alone time a person could ever ask for. I wander sometimes to familiar places, sometimes somewhere i’ve never been before.
I wander through life aimlessly – no, that’s cliche. Wandering eyes, wandering lips. Cliche. I traipse about, searching for something that speaks to me. I wander, but not aimlessly. I move in no particular direction, but I move with purpose. I search.
You wander into the woods. There is a white duck amongst the trees. He has a message for you. The message reads, “You are here”. It makes you realize that you don’t know where you are…you’re lost! What to do?! You think, “There is no salvation from here”.
I wandered down the sidewalk. There wasn’t much of anything going on, people shopping, kids talking, couples holding hands.
And then a spaceship flew out fo the clouds and changed everything
One day I wanted to wander through the woods. I found a lake, and washed my foot off, because I had stumbled on a rock, and it started bleeding. When I was done wandering, I went home and slept because I was very, very tired.
I wonder as I wander out under the sky what something and something… yeah i forget the words. A beautiful song by Samuel Barber. I Wonder as I Wander. Sang it for my college auditions. I love it. Samuel Barber is amazing.
I wish I had more time to wander. I daydream about it, but the furthest I’ve ventured from my house in the past 5 months was literally 3 miles away on a nice, brisk walk. Thank you, http://www.oneword.com, for reminding me to get out and explore the world (and my town).
the lone wander was crippled. he walked with an exaggerated limp through the lands. and all by himself, he saw the wonders of the world. the deer playing down by the stream, the fields of the wildflowers. he saw the sun rise every morning and saw it set every night.
the surrounded, urban girl was flawless. not an imperfection to her gorgeous, envied body. but she spent her days inside, locked up. and she never set foot out of her city, past the boundaries the wander crossed. and she never saw anything as beautiful as he did.
so who, in the end, was better off?
I wander and wander hoping to find you and only you. Will you find me if I ask? Will you smile that smile and kiss me the way you should. I miss you, I miss you more than I’ve ever missed. I love you, I know for the first time, I really do. Come back to me.
My name means some kind of variation of “wanderer”. Not all who wander are lost, you know :) There’s really no better way to see life than to wander about.
i’d love to wander inside your mind. i’d love to travel around every corner and see things i’ve never seen before. i’d love to live in your subconscious.
i wander and wonder about you , baby where you have been and where you are going, what is the time mr wolf she cried, and the tears that fell were testament to her aching heart that woes and wanders around the time that all could have been and could have worked out for the best. good bye baby she said, goodbye
as I wandered I went from place to place and I found my self in bed with some other face on, the water flowed and I went with it, and again i found just enough to be well and happy, oil on water creates a bubble that pops and filters all my bad thoughts and dreams that won’t make me a better person
my mind wanders constantly. i dont need it to carry out my natural actions. i can do what i need to be doing without my mind. That’s why I lose things all the time.
people like to wander. i do anyway. it makes me think of the quote not all who wander are lost. i tend to wander quite a bit but often times more mentally then physically. i do tend to get lost though.
As I wandered through the crowded shopping mall my senses were assaulted by the noises of crying babies, blaring overhead televisions and the terrible muzak broadcast in the carpeted hallways. The lights were too bright, the smells too tempting, and I was exhausted before I could turn into the shop I’d come to visit.
i like to wander around the streets looking at trees. When I look up my eyes wander to the sky and I notice whether it is grey… or blue… OR just plain dark with little bits of glowing gas balls and a HUGE moon that light up the streets down below. What if there were no street lights, then what would the world be like?: the country…. When Chicago is supposed to go green
I’m wandering through life. Not following. Not leading. Wandering. I want to see where every path may lead me. is it so wrong to want to go my way? Why do i have to go the way th
as i wander through the empty streets, i find a dog…wandering also. we instantly share a connection and i can then see that we will be the best of friends. we are both wandering…aimless…alone. not anymore, I suppose. he comes to me and licks my hands. he is dirty and thin…i wonder what i can do to help this lonely dog.
I wandered through the sea, looking for my home. A place that I could settle and be free. The ocean breeze and waves crashed over my body and I could just tell this journey was going to take awhile. I had never had a home before.
There was this man on the beach and he began to walk as the waves started to crash in around his feet. He walked and walked and walked and he didnt care that the water would soon overtake him and that he would most likely drown. He kept his eyes fixated on the horizon and kept on going in search of something that he feared he would never find.
As I wander through the desert, I am reminded of how insignificant I am. The vastness before, the imposing moutnains that surround me tell me that I am no more significant than the ant I would flick off at home. This is majestic. The blue skies, the reds, the tans of the desert. Now, it is beautiful. In a few months, it will be brutal. The baking sun, the intense heat. For now, I will rejoice in the beauty before me and relish the time that I spend here.
My mind wanders. I cannot help it. It wanders in the deepest deeps and in the shallowest shallows. It wanders silently and loud. Slowly and swiftly. Some times it wanders without me knowing. Sometimes I force it. Especially in history class.
i like to wander through my thoughts. i wander among the ifs and the maybes and the buts. i like to wonder while i wander. i actually think wandering and wondering might be the same thing. they come hand in hand in my vast expansion of thinking power. i wonder as i wander through my mind between the boys and the stress and the struggles. i wonder as i wandnder
I never wander along the path to O’Connor Hall. I always want to, but I never do because I am always late. I think, as I rush by the pretty trees and lush grass, that I should wander through here sometime, camera in hand. But I never do. I never wander along the path to O’Connor Hall.
everyday, I sem to wander – front/ back – inside/ out my mind
wandering and wondering – is this my life – is this my plight – to wander – never to find my path?
do we all wander? in some way SHOULD we all wander – is our path actually to wander and not to walk clearly?
it seems conterintuitive to be at peace with a wandering mind, a wandering soul – there is a sense of negativity around wander –
wandering eye, wandering eye, wandering hand wandering love waining
I like to wander around anywhere. I just like to walk and wander, on the trails in the country around the trailer park in the city in the country on the sidewalk in the dirt on the beach just to wander and wander and wonder while I’m wandering…because wandering makes it conducive to wondering which is a good thing.
I wander everyewhere. Through the park, in the street and on my feet. One time I wandered into the street and got hit by a car. It was horrible. I broke two ribs and my liver. I was in the hospital for 4 days.
I wander along the streets where my mother had once lived. The sky is a rich blue, sprinkled with dew drops of clouds, beaming across an otherwise empty canvas. My feet skip on the rocks, and I wonder if my mother had done these things, right here, so many years ago. The town is small, and quiet. I can hear children laughing somewhere in the distance. Far away, where I cant join.
Trees, so dense and obscuring my vision. I wander around, yelling your name hoping you’ll come back and get me. But you won’t, you never will. And I’m stuck here forever in this lonely place, forever stuck here to wander without knowing love.
Robert Frost’s two roads diverged in a yellow wood. Life’s all about making choices, and, as frost says, we should always wander the one less travelled. Wander until you find what you love.
I want to wander. Anywhere, everywhere. To me, wander is a romantic word. It brings to mind sunshine and meadows, being carefree with someone you love. I want to wander someday with someone I love.
i wandered lonely as a cloud… i wander in the woods… wander in my dreams… lost…wander amongst the flowers…fields…peace…wandering in heaven…with..god…forever… wandering around town… looking for parking… i wander in the night.. when i should be sleeping
i wander, i wander all over. When i wander i wonder. Wandering brings the best thoughts, only because i wander by myself. Solitary wandering is the greatest alone time a person could ever ask for. I wander sometimes to familiar places, sometimes somewhere i’ve never been before.
I wander through life aimlessly – no, that’s cliche. Wandering eyes, wandering lips. Cliche. I traipse about, searching for something that speaks to me. I wander, but not aimlessly. I move in no particular direction, but I move with purpose. I search.
Wander, search,find. You’ll get there eventually. But for now, just go. When you get there you’ll know your home.
You wander into the woods. There is a white duck amongst the trees. He has a message for you. The message reads, “You are here”. It makes you realize that you don’t know where you are…you’re lost! What to do?! You think, “There is no salvation from here”.
I wandered down the sidewalk. There wasn’t much of anything going on, people shopping, kids talking, couples holding hands.
And then a spaceship flew out fo the clouds and changed everything
One day I wanted to wander through the woods. I found a lake, and washed my foot off, because I had stumbled on a rock, and it started bleeding. When I was done wandering, I went home and slept because I was very, very tired.
The desert was so dry and hot. Wandering for hours lost seemed like days. She was so thirsty he ate the sand and imagined it was water.
I wonder as I wander out under the sky what something and something… yeah i forget the words. A beautiful song by Samuel Barber. I Wonder as I Wander. Sang it for my college auditions. I love it. Samuel Barber is amazing.
I wish I had more time to wander. I daydream about it, but the furthest I’ve ventured from my house in the past 5 months was literally 3 miles away on a nice, brisk walk. Thank you, http://www.oneword.com, for reminding me to get out and explore the world (and my town).
the lone wander was crippled. he walked with an exaggerated limp through the lands. and all by himself, he saw the wonders of the world. the deer playing down by the stream, the fields of the wildflowers. he saw the sun rise every morning and saw it set every night.
the surrounded, urban girl was flawless. not an imperfection to her gorgeous, envied body. but she spent her days inside, locked up. and she never set foot out of her city, past the boundaries the wander crossed. and she never saw anything as beautiful as he did.
so who, in the end, was better off?
I wander and wander hoping to find you and only you. Will you find me if I ask? Will you smile that smile and kiss me the way you should. I miss you, I miss you more than I’ve ever missed. I love you, I know for the first time, I really do. Come back to me.
My name means some kind of variation of “wanderer”. Not all who wander are lost, you know :) There’s really no better way to see life than to wander about.
i’d love to wander inside your mind. i’d love to travel around every corner and see things i’ve never seen before. i’d love to live in your subconscious.
i wander and wonder about you , baby where you have been and where you are going, what is the time mr wolf she cried, and the tears that fell were testament to her aching heart that woes and wanders around the time that all could have been and could have worked out for the best. good bye baby she said, goodbye
as I wandered I went from place to place and I found my self in bed with some other face on, the water flowed and I went with it, and again i found just enough to be well and happy, oil on water creates a bubble that pops and filters all my bad thoughts and dreams that won’t make me a better person
my mind wanders constantly. i dont need it to carry out my natural actions. i can do what i need to be doing without my mind. That’s why I lose things all the time.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, I quite enjoyed it. much more prefrable to dragging family and friends and all their baggage with you
people like to wander. i do anyway. it makes me think of the quote not all who wander are lost. i tend to wander quite a bit but often times more mentally then physically. i do tend to get lost though.
As I wandered through the crowded shopping mall my senses were assaulted by the noises of crying babies, blaring overhead televisions and the terrible muzak broadcast in the carpeted hallways. The lights were too bright, the smells too tempting, and I was exhausted before I could turn into the shop I’d come to visit.
Not all who wander are lost.
i like to wander around the streets looking at trees. When I look up my eyes wander to the sky and I notice whether it is grey… or blue… OR just plain dark with little bits of glowing gas balls and a HUGE moon that light up the streets down below. What if there were no street lights, then what would the world be like?: the country…. When Chicago is supposed to go green
I’m wandering through life. Not following. Not leading. Wandering. I want to see where every path may lead me. is it so wrong to want to go my way? Why do i have to go the way th
as i wander through the empty streets, i find a dog…wandering also. we instantly share a connection and i can then see that we will be the best of friends. we are both wandering…aimless…alone. not anymore, I suppose. he comes to me and licks my hands. he is dirty and thin…i wonder what i can do to help this lonely dog.
I wandered through the sea, looking for my home. A place that I could settle and be free. The ocean breeze and waves crashed over my body and I could just tell this journey was going to take awhile. I had never had a home before.
As i wander through this life
i wonder if i have met you yet
you, who i have been searching for
in journals and pens
in skies and stars
i am afraid i will never find you
i am afraid i already have
i wonder
There was this man on the beach and he began to walk as the waves started to crash in around his feet. He walked and walked and walked and he didnt care that the water would soon overtake him and that he would most likely drown. He kept his eyes fixated on the horizon and kept on going in search of something that he feared he would never find.
As I wander through the desert, I am reminded of how insignificant I am. The vastness before, the imposing moutnains that surround me tell me that I am no more significant than the ant I would flick off at home. This is majestic. The blue skies, the reds, the tans of the desert. Now, it is beautiful. In a few months, it will be brutal. The baking sun, the intense heat. For now, I will rejoice in the beauty before me and relish the time that I spend here.
My mind wanders. I cannot help it. It wanders in the deepest deeps and in the shallowest shallows. It wanders silently and loud. Slowly and swiftly. Some times it wanders without me knowing. Sometimes I force it. Especially in history class.
i like to wander through my thoughts. i wander among the ifs and the maybes and the buts. i like to wonder while i wander. i actually think wandering and wondering might be the same thing. they come hand in hand in my vast expansion of thinking power. i wonder as i wander through my mind between the boys and the stress and the struggles. i wonder as i wandnder
I never wander along the path to O’Connor Hall. I always want to, but I never do because I am always late. I think, as I rush by the pretty trees and lush grass, that I should wander through here sometime, camera in hand. But I never do. I never wander along the path to O’Connor Hall.
everyday, I sem to wander – front/ back – inside/ out my mind
wandering and wondering – is this my life – is this my plight – to wander – never to find my path?
do we all wander? in some way SHOULD we all wander – is our path actually to wander and not to walk clearly?
it seems conterintuitive to be at peace with a wandering mind, a wandering soul – there is a sense of negativity around wander –
wandering eye, wandering eye, wandering hand wandering love waining
I like to wander around anywhere. I just like to walk and wander, on the trails in the country around the trailer park in the city in the country on the sidewalk in the dirt on the beach just to wander and wander and wonder while I’m wandering…because wandering makes it conducive to wondering which is a good thing.
I wander everyewhere. Through the park, in the street and on my feet. One time I wandered into the street and got hit by a car. It was horrible. I broke two ribs and my liver. I was in the hospital for 4 days.
I wander along the streets where my mother had once lived. The sky is a rich blue, sprinkled with dew drops of clouds, beaming across an otherwise empty canvas. My feet skip on the rocks, and I wonder if my mother had done these things, right here, so many years ago. The town is small, and quiet. I can hear children laughing somewhere in the distance. Far away, where I cant join.
alone lost dark hide run scared trees roam ponder seek i’m going crazy losing it helpless
Trees, so dense and obscuring my vision. I wander around, yelling your name hoping you’ll come back and get me. But you won’t, you never will. And I’m stuck here forever in this lonely place, forever stuck here to wander without knowing love.
Robert Frost’s two roads diverged in a yellow wood. Life’s all about making choices, and, as frost says, we should always wander the one less travelled. Wander until you find what you love.
I wander and waver and wonder and worry and go through the “What ifs”
I wander around my room,
pacing,
pacing.
Wondering
if you’re doing the same thing.
What if you are?
I want to wander. Anywhere, everywhere. To me, wander is a romantic word. It brings to mind sunshine and meadows, being carefree with someone you love. I want to wander someday with someone I love.