When in doubt, I wander, preferring the unknown
Born to an age of doubt, I have wandered far

Between preservation and destruction, I would preserve
Bound by this impulse, I create little of my own

I love people, I am often shy
I care about details, I miss much
I admire activity, I succumb to laziness

At the end of my days I want to feel used up
I ask much of this life, and life yields