Shoved to the brinks of devastated anticipation
I back my pack and hit the station
No longer am I me
No more am I the person I used to be
Away from all the turmoil
I set out to seep into the soil
Thumbs up, I hitchhike
Bottoms up, I ride a bike
I break free of the limitations that concealed me
That shut me down, that sealed me
Let nothing bring me sorrow
No strings attached, I want to wallow
You may take me as a tramp
But the sun is just my lamp
I'm a traveller of sheer solitude
Nobody to depend on, intentions crude
Started from Alaska, paused at the Potohar
Aren't we all, just lost stars?
I'm a grain of sand that sweeps His green earth
Now that I realise this is why I took birth
To discover oneself, isn't that it?
The meaning of life, God's writ?
I plunge from the vale of tears
And land in the fountain of youth
And as I turn around, silence greets me
Voices shunned of grief, arms fatigued of raising
Eyes seeking my sight, minds skirting around me
Once I'm incarcerated, the eyes don't blink
The arms don't raise, the breaths don't sink
No longer was I myself, I was a new man
But I was me, with a beard, and just a tan
'Have you seen my son? '
That was that, I was done
'No, ' and I hit the road
I bear the fruits of what I sowed
I changed, but a bit too much
That my identity lost its crutch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem