The Wanderer and a listener

I am a wanderer
Wandering for my soul
Lost in myself
Entangled in full moon
Drowned in daylight
Soaked in sorrows
Waiting
For a wave To be taken away,
For a messiah, To be elevated
He loves but vague
So he goes and goes around

Listener:

The wonderer assures the silent listener
But maybe it’s mere acts
The silent listener is stupid
He always consider them facts
After every obstacle, listener reminds himself wanderers don’t stay
They simply act and play
Because to wanderers, every listener is simply a toy of clay
Today you, tomorrow someone else.
Because
For wonderers, the passage is never empty, always dense.
Wonderer is coward, he hides and runs away from his post
Its always the listener who suffers the most..