Travelers Dream Poem by Jeremy Willson

I know I'm not what people expect
I don't deserve people's respect
I have always done things half way
I've thought and I keep thinking but I never say
Might as well sew my mouth and cut my fingers off
There's no way that I can be what I want when I'm so soft
I can't go back to the way it was in days past
Things change so suddenly and so fast
I forget so easily and try to experience it once again
Inner peace in this conflict is what I need, my Zen
But confusion and neglect bring me turmoil
I wait it out and watch my life un-foil
Right before my eyes, unconscious and uncertain
Of what comes next, what I should do
I want a change of scenery something new
Someplace quiet and free from burdens
Somewhere that transcends
What it is I've known
Where it is I have grown
A new moment of happiness and tranquility
Then I can reach Nirvana and open my eyes to see
Being blinded by bad judgement
Having been clouded by lack of content
It is all so familiar to me, it's tiresome
It's weight and boredom
I want to sail the seas to uncharted dimensions
Gaze upon contraptions and inventions
Unheard of and undesired by those with no creativity
I must absorb myself in culture and nativity
Become one with the motherland
Worship the beauty of the snow and sand
Believe in her nature
Trust in my gut that is always sure
Only then can I be severed from slavery
Only then can I be certain I am free and I am me