The Journey

Feet, tired and bleeding, Stopped to live, yet breathing, My coordinates have long gone untraceable, Strength shattered, but dreams stand unbreakable, So where this Journey does takes me? A part of mine, from which it separates me, Less different from me, than similar, I met people on the way, who felt familiar, A different name for their God, but faith synonymous, Winning the wars for their identity, still anonymous, So long; this odyssey continues to unwind, I hope to meet a God, with no religious tags to bind, Amidst those seas, lies the Twilight; Illuminates my arena for the next fight; Explains this Path underneath; may not always be earth, As to meet the horizon, travelling on the waves shall be worth, Beyond this voyage, I wonder if I’ll see something through; Lest this Ocean, if I’ll ever get lost in something blue; A million miles in question, and yet an unanswered urge; Where this mighty Ocean sinks, my desires continue to surge, And when the water denies my thirst of its satisfaction, I look for the Sun, to fire the desire in me for my resurrection, The quest to wander, grows me wings to fly, Just as I aspire to burn, even if a second Sun in the sky, This endless crusade of insanity, Is just a milestone of my vanity, The nomad running away from his earlier versions, Has travelled beyond universes, and across dimensions, Determined by a cause, or a random event of desperation, The intent, to move on, has set this Journey as my destination.