Wandering.
Not without a place to stay,
but without a place to go to.
No destination.
Life is lived until a point,
when what is there does not suffice
to sooth, comfort and make the world loved.
No security.
No destination.
A place to go is needed;
to say the least, a world away.
My world, your world,
no difference.
Where to go?
No destination.
A place on high?
A kingdom where I rule?
A watered world or wonder?
Death?
Where to go?
No destination.
What is it I seek?
Peace.
The love inside me.
The loss. Not there.
There are no passengers,
no tickets sold,
no one boards this train,
for it has
no destination.
HG – 1995-2000
Absolutely love this!
Thank you. Putting this old collection on line makes me wonder if it’s worth it. Your comment shows me that it is. I appreciate it, a lot!
loving this, sums up wandering perfectly!
I am glad you think so! Thank you!