Tuesday, 14 January 2014

The Weary Traveler

I have travelled miles, far from home
To cultures diverse and languages unknown
Flying unfamiliar skies, washing up on unexplored shores
Opening windows to new horizons, knocking on strange doors
When distances merge and the journey is really through time
Where I can only call myself as mine
Brewing up new experiences in an emptied tea pot
My body and soul is all I’ve got
Knowing well that I can never return as the same
That all that remains unchanged about me is my name
With every destination the fear is renewed
And a new goal with a fresh hope is pursued
Everywhere I go I follow my destiny
At that time I know this is exactly where I ought to be
Although I grapple with the exciting fantastical routine
A part of me craves to return to the familiar where I’ve already been
And if I did someday hear my heart and mind over my head
I know I’d be soon in the comfort of my home, in the warmth of my bed
But I have come too far from who I used to be

This gap is unfathomable between myself and me

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