The Traveler

The Traveler Walking through lifeknowing deep in my soulwhere I was meant to beThoughts and actionsnot those of the packI could clearly see I did not understandthe path for my journeyInstinctively, I would arriveIt was as if I were actingin a play, and the final sceneI would contrive Heights of happinessDepths of depressionWondering what I’d becomeConfused byContinue reading “The Traveler”