Am I A Traveller Or Am I Running? Poem by sam gale

Am i a traveller or am I running? Am I lost are am I searching? Have I been predestined for a life alone where every move I make is one big joke? I have a mind of wonder and a heart of gold but it's a treasure that nobody wants to own, a burden I must carry and a weight on my back a crushing pressure to be bigger, better and more inclined towards a life of stories which intrigue the minds of others but leaves me jaded and faded in a perception that my life is so good and fulfilling. Reality is mixed and dreams are dull I have no desire to hold them but no wish to forget them. I'm a bird, who in all it's beauty, has forgotten to fly too used to walking and too afraid of the fall. I'm a sunrise covered by cloud, a site enjoyed by few but holds so much beauty from behind. I'm not upset but filled with anguish, a frustration at the confusion I have with this illusion we call life. Will I ever love? Will I ever be loved? Will I make time to make this life mine or will I always travel?

Two strangers pulled together by a force greater than gravity with such levitation and fire that grew too fast. The flames which stood tall blinded us both leaving you burnt and afraid whilst I embraced the warmth it once offered, out of fear you threw water into the pit which now crackles as the embers glow dimmer than before. I'm trying to hold onto the warmth that resinates within but am left cold and covered in the ashes of an explosion now gone. Destiny is fickle and life is rapid every move I make and every turn I take leaves me with more questions as I continue to search for the light within. You opened many doors and showed me mountains I could conquer but you threw me into the lake and told me to swim and now I'm tired once more. I choke on the water as I struggle for land but you're stood there laughing half offering me a hand. I want to swim faster, I want to feel stronger but I can't.

One ticket to fly away with a dream greater than both you and I. I know it's predestined for me to search the open skies and feel the freedom of the world deep inside, shackled back with the pressures of self doubt and indulgence I find myself holding on to a life of superficial enjoyment and fake emotion but yearning for a life of exploration and discovery I fear I will never leave this way of life for I have become accustomed to cheap thrills set before me. Fait is written but in pen it is not, every crossroad and every soul that has come before and is yet to come are set out to interfere at the given moment as if to guide me to a place where I belong which is not here and that I feel so strong. I'm a great white shark who scouts the open waters, I'm a skyscraper that everyone will grow to marvel, I'm a work of art and I bask in my beauty. I'm all powerful, all knowing and all seeing but I ask again am I a traveller or am I running?