Traveller

From birth to death we travel to journey's end Seeking why the heart needs love to inspire Questioning, seeking answers mystifying the mind Bodies in old age crumpling into death's embrace. As children we thought ourselves immortal Never contemplating upon journey's end Running innocent, spirited, sweet and glorious Chasing the wind while learning to be an adult. Discovering in adolescence royal ecstasy of sex No more innocent but addicted to orgasmic pleasure With lovers and fresh memories thrilling to the mind. In old age travelling slower, frail, steps unsure Mind still clear, but alone, remorseful and hopeful Grieving over bad choices and wrong roads followed.