Call me Wanderer, when I set my sights on
things far away and seem to forget my
surroundings. When I'm caught up in life
and all it has to offer. Think me not
cruel when I fail to notice things
close at hand and dwell not on the
morbid, on the everyday trials and
tribulations of my acquaintances.
For I am not among you, I am away.
Call me Trespasser, when I trample
through your life like a page in an
ancient diary fallen into alien hands.
There is no secret I will not uncover,
no privacy I will not intrude upon. If
you fear what I may find, just know that
neither am I above reproach. We all have
pages in our book we would wish to tear
out and destroy. Life is too short to
forget about yesterday, for without
yesterday there is no today, no tomorrow
and no forever!