A traveler
Walking on a journey I realize not,
Some supplies are all that I’ve got.
Know not how I’ve started, only when,
Somehow to keep going till the end.
Meet people, few along every mile,
Some might accompany for a while.
But eventually by myself I have to go,
In bright sun, rains or cold snow.
For life is but one such journey,
And one is lucky to live it fuller.
Too caught up in the moment,
Be free, you are just a traveller.