Every Journey has a beginning,
Has a goal.
A goal that is changed and reformed along the way.
We get lost on our Journeys,
We traverse territory both unexplored and long forgotten.
We meet others, tramping too,
Some hinder, some help,
Because each is on their own expedition.
When and if we reach the destination
We find that the meaning we have attained
Is only because of how we have come to it
And yet sometimes the goal itself was nothing
A small whim that has now changed us forever.
We turn and twist, go right and left,
Find many new things and leave many behind,
The choices, ups and downs, actions and words,
Blend into something untouchable.... indescribable
And make a mixture,
That is a Journey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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At the end it was almost like a cooking recipe. I suppose that's what a journey could be turned into at some point. Everyone making their own meal to eat. One hopes that everyone finds something along the way. Though I believe the writer of this believes everyone finds something. GW62