The Traveler

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The meaning, the purpose, the raison d'etre.

It is what we, humans, seek in a lifetime journey.

We cross paths and exchange gifts and pieces of ourselves
Until we find which we try our hardest to reach.

Be it riches, dreams, or the unknown and untold,
We go through a lot, no matter the pain and sorrows.

Desire is the force that drives you towards a goal,
To grasp, with your own hands, the wish of your soul.

But then, at one time, you have also asked this:
"Why am I here? For what reason do I exist?"

Years and years have gone by with each ticks and tocks
And Without knowing the answer, you traveled the road
With nothing but a question and a pocket full of rocks.

The places you went; some were beautiful, some were wretched.

And the people there were the same yet as different as night and day.

Like you, they also seek an answer to their woes and wails. While going through the motions like a clueless marionette.

Along the way, you were settled and had what you wanted:
That house on the hill and that person you always dreamed.

You thought you've found the answer and that's what all it was.

But it wasn't until your death bed that you realized the truth.

You died with a smile because you finally knew the answer
And knowing that you've already done it, with love and laughter.


Copyright © Madonna Azanam 2017

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A/N:
I'm so happy today hahahha it's really nothing to be crazy about but my poetry collection reached rank #254. Thats the highest it ever reached so far and was totally unexpected.

So I dedicate this one to all those who read it and voted.

Thank you so much. 😊❤💕❤😄

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