Journeys Purpose

Eyes wide open, eyes closed, and everything in between.

It’s a morning ride to somewhere that seems important.

Connected to the world, or disconnected and in a slumber.

Hurrying along our way, sitting side by side but separated.

We are somehow joined in a common purpose.

As the journey continues, we all struggle to consciousness.

Telling ourselves that this seeming never ending drudgery has meaning.

Knowing that at a yet undetermined time, we will return upon this path.

Take a short respite, and start out again committed to our quest.

Some quest for wealth, some for knowledge, still others simply to survive.

Mine is for adventure, a visit to a life so foreign from what I have known,

That sometimes it’s a struggle to stay upon the path I have chosen.

The pace so fast it’s hard to keep up, to comprehend, to maintain.

But along this journey I have discovered friendship, compassion, and knowledge.

I’ve meet new people from near and far, from home and exotic destinations.

The pace although unrelenting, and at times exhausting, is somehow enticing.

Sweeping you up in its exotic allure, it spurs you onward to the unknown.

And so we continue on, like Zombies in a trance, like cattle being herded.

We struggle to maintain our individuality, our persona, ourselves.

Hoping someday at the end of this path, this journey, this quest,

We will have gained more then we have sacrificed.

 Be able to stand tall and know we have grown wiser for the experience.

And in our twilight year look back on what we have accomplished,

With the full knowledge that it is not the end, but the path taken,

And the choices made, that are the measure of our existence.