The Traveller
I am nothing more than a wandering traveller,
Intertwining through networks of stars.
I focus my path, on the sequins of light,
So my feet don’t wander in the dark.
The path is endless, with different routes,
And decisions in which I must choose.
On how to make the most of a precious life,
With time I do not want to lose.
The path can be cold, and lonely sometimes,
When the light in the dark will fade.
But the void of dark, the blackness of night,
Will again turn to a lighter shade.
We make our journey, as beings together,
And some will fall along the way,
Some will religiously follow their path,
And others to the dark will stray.
But the majority of people who do decide,
That time is as precious as life.
Will find a companion, an intertwined path,
A partner, a husband, a wife.
A pair of travellers, with souls merged as one,
Memories made together.
To see the colours and wonders of life,
And darkness to be banished forever.
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