Where are you headed to?
Where do you wish to reach?
Is your destination appointed?
Are you in a journey of search?
O traveler, where exactly are you going?
Or, are you like the
wind blowing?
No, no, I don’t mean to prod
Into your life I don’t wish to encroach
Please don’t take me anyway amiss
A conversation I’d wish to broach
Dear friend, are you a wanderer?
Or, for others are you a pathfinder?
It is a precious life, the only one
Don’t you think you’d like to decide?
Whether you are squandering it
Or a road to somewhere you’d abide
Many travelers have reached heaven
Why be glued to mud while stars beacon?
Xavier Bage
Mon, Jan 25, 2016
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