The Traveler

Just travelling on And still travelling on Wherever I go Life meets me there With sorrow and happiness And I cannot know Which is better than the other. The journey is bleak and bright There are tears and there is laughter, But I cannot choose one over the other Having an option could be disastrous. I have learnt to read the stars And travel along as they go As they go on, But I wonder if they are watching me. I keep travelling, From one settlement to another I keep travelling From one experience to another. I never know if the life changes are temporary or permanent But it may never really matter Where the paths are crooked and straight And straight and crooked again Where the paths are elevated and depressed And depressed and elevated again, Studying the stars Never know if they are studying me. The place I am today determines The place I may be tomorrow, But tomorrow and today Are as unreal as a Broad continuous surface water On a significantly arid land. I keep travelling as we do One settlement to another settlement, Endless journey- endless time, The solace is in the travelling.