Traveller

I thought i was going on a journey,
on a trip to discover myself, to experience life,
to a place where none had gone before,
a island that hasn't been inhabited before.

As i walked on that road, I dreamt of many things,
a small and simple abode on that island,
surronded by green and lucious grass,
with flowers of all colors neatly trimmed.

I dreamt of a room for the almighty,
a place where i have my deities properly arranged,
a corner where i sit lotus legged and meditate,
dwelling on the almighty, away from the worldy desires.

I dreamt of an isolated neighborhood,
empty of the noise that i come across every day,
no people to gossip with, no people to compare with,
and no judgements to worry about.

I bore the thundering storm, I bore the chilly nights,
I bore the sunny days, I bore the thirsty journeys,
And i did that all with a smile on my face,
in the hope of reaching that perfect world, my utopia.

After many years of sufferings, numerous years of travel,
i saw a distant land, my dream land, my wonderland,
And the sight of my destination set my spirits high,
and let my mind thank the lord for that amazing gift.

A few years passed by and alas it wasnt what i expected it to be.
My calm senerity was no longer there,
the lushious grass was no where to be seen,
the trimmed flowers gave away to vicious vile.

My dreams, my thoughts were smashed away,
my hopes, my aspirations completely destroyed,
Left with utter isolation, left with abject humiliation,
I had nowhere to hide and nowhere to go.

As i sat there crying, utterly helpless,
with no energy to move or no will to go,
I prayed and i prayed asking for help,
for a miracle that would take me far away.

Years passed away, but i did not budge,
nor did i make an effort to leave,
for i believed in the power of the lord,
thus spent away my time praying for his mercy,

Only at the end did i see it for what it is,
Traveller that i was, i chose my own path,
charted my own route, walked on my own terms,
all the while, I chose what to become of me.