I take to the open road
giving second thought on where I stand.
For the man who is sure who he is,
lies to himself and beckons recognition.
Truth be it that we all lie
in a state where surety falters
to the benefit of the traveler.
For if we take to the road ahead with insight,
we lose depth.
If we walk with clarity,
we break mystery.
To be the wanderer of pure faith
is keen to the world’s question marks.
So walk past knowledge and into enigma;
for the treasure you seek
is not that which is expected,
but that which astonishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Trevor. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.