Wayward Strangers

There are so many different people out there
That it doesn't matter who they are
I guess someone will matter to me eventually
Wisdom matters
The best is not always needed
Make it a slow or rich life
Lots of wayward strangers
Some are on
Some accomplish life's task
To live forever onward
You are crazy
There must be better psychologies all together
Benevolence
The big war will happen
I always want to solve the war
I'm concerned with ideas the professors say
The poets didn't get to poetry til later in life
All of them any good early on
Childrearing was needed
Pull myself up by my own boot straps even after I graduated college and travelled Europe and the states it was a childrearing like a totalitarian siege its a tortureful ecstasy that still hasn't parted me
Don't you know this poem is a wayward stranger
O man
Woah man
Life is slow man
Take it easy
Rest
Go out to the restaurant
On occasion
To get something to eat that you just happen to be hungary for