Why poet prefer to meander?

Contemplating that as rambling around the city..

Calming myself down while ranging in haze..

Strolling along the street, which is so familiar to me..

Roaming around the past, which is illuminated by dim moonlight..

I can only wander.. wander.. wander..

Wondering if wander is destined to persist forever..

Wandering so as to chase after my dream forever..?