Wander and Scheme

I travel the roads
I wander, I scheme,
I've learned to master,
each moment
each dream.

With age comes wisdom.
The follies,
the truth,
once lived together,
in the naivety
of my youth.

Yet now I know,
those dreams
long ago,
were seeds I planted,
yet forgot to sow;
dreams,
supplanted,
by the weeds
I let grow.

I thought it reality,
yet I found out then,
reality is
what one makes
of life
in the end.

So now my reality
are the dreams I tread.
I forge the road,
that leads ahead.

I know now,
there's no difference
between,
how I wander,
and
how I scheme.