Wandering fools... How I wonder

Wallowing in nostalgia can really be a beautiful thing. Sometimes we let people slip from our thoughts, who once meant the world to us. Then, all of a sudden beautiful memories are resurrected and this euphoric sensation just takes over and you are reminded that the best things in life aren't meant to be recreated. You fall in love all over again. You look at how much growth has taken place. And then you take a breath... a deep breath... and realize you couldn't be who you are without having had such experiences. I am so grateful for the many wonders I have invited into my life. Right now, I dedicate it to you. To you, the wanderer, the explorer, the philosopher, the foolishly brilliant teacher, I know you can hear me. Because of you, I love the way I do, I think, speak and dream in such a manner, and I sing. I sing of all your wonders and dream, with such beauty, I dream...