Aimless Man

The aimless man, some would say,
Always seemed to get lost along the way
Instead of roaming safely on the caution-free sidewalks
He would somehow end up in dark alleys to come out in a state of shock

I do not know what he saw in those dark alleys
Because that isn't my business to learn and those are his boundaries
All I can assume is that he's witnessed things I have not
And from those experiences he learned his own morals and what not

Somehow in the thousands of populations he has lived in
A free-willed man emerged slowly learning how to begin
Not to surrender, like everyone else, to expectations and preaches
And through his lessons he's learned to whistle a tune and hum a new verse

The aimless man, some would guess,
That the way he thought isn't the way most people process
I, being the simple girl, will always idolize this impressional individual
For being able to observe and note and somehow creating his own label

The aimless man maybe isn't so aimless but is precise
I wouldn't know but I know sometimes he needs to think twice
This man I know isn't perfect, but maybe that's why he's interesting
He's a display of fireworks and many people, like myself, enjoy witnessing