Not all who wander are lost, but those who live in a spot might just be.

Stoic, unable to experience the little joys of life,

Immobile, like a statue the world passes by,

Oblivious to the beauties of Mother Earth,

Only knowing what is, and not what can be,

Forgetting that life is not a destination, but a journey.

Not all who wander are lost

But only the great journeyers can say; Veni, Vini, Amavi

As only they have experienced the wonders of the earth.