Journey

My bag is packed and I am counting days,
Waiting to begin my journey to nowhere.
I have only heard of the roads I seek.
May be all I have is no more than a week.

Have years of existence to wrap up,
Have goodbyes to say and chores to do.
I look at the sun and know the day is not far,
When the unknown I chase sends the lodestar.

Last night, I dreamt of a ship leaving shore,
That’s the sign to begin my awaited voyage.
I am leaving behind chattels by the dozen,
And taking with me memories frozen

The lamp, the pot, and the fishes say your goodbyes,
The old violin in the bag is my only tie to the past.
Friends and family are standing at the door,
I won’t look back because I may go no more.

The bells on the door and the crack in the wall,
The leaking tap and the crooked branch,
They call my name with a brilliant gust,
But they know I can’t stop, go I must.

I am on the platform looking at the train,
From here is where it shall all begin
The journey to a place nameless and blurred,
My journey to the unknown, the unheard,

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