Day 227: Of Travels & Travelers

"It is not so often the destination but the travels that will be of interest" she said, I had heard that quite often in between fortune cookies and between quotes I find randomly posted on sides of whatever we may read. It is often the simple things that stay with you, though, the common things and not the details that we sometimes remember. So much that they seem like something new every other time. On some nights when we wish to capture the closing calls, the closing hours of the night some things are louder than others. Whether they are conversations with friends or the obvious realizations we forget so often. This one is written about the dynamics between these two components, the travel and the travelers instead of the road & the destination.

Of Travels & Travelers
Yes I am on sides of the maps you carry, folded on days
Kept between drinks in our hands, as time slips away
Hours vanish between the darkness of the night
And walk back home, no matter if we lost or won the fight

In not so strong memories, I write so that we stay
In moments, that may change and fade, but never wash away
Like reminders of beaches and places from home
About destinations that are far away & yet never long gone.

Of travels my dear traveler, this night that we write
We take our chances with the things clear in our sight
Yet plan for the next day, after a warm night's sleep
And some scribbles on a napkin page that you get to keep

For better more than worse my friend, we write undefined
We sing & write poetry, with no purpose in our mind
We disappear back to where we begin every single day
As the traveler, we keep traveling, we were never meant to stay.