I travel about
Places crowded, scant People rich, poor
Night and Day, Sorrow and Joy
Indifferent to dualities and destinies
When I am tired and weak,
Stop about a place and rest i seek,
Place where people gather to drink,
Some weary travelling, some weary of not
On such a stop, I meet a man,
And an inspiration for further travel
A meaning for all my mindless travels
Culminating in the event of meeting him.
In his beauty, I saw the beauty of universe,
In his existence, I saw the manifest,
In him, the microcosm of the macrocosm.
And in him, was all my meaning.
I just travel about
And I am tired or needed rest
For all I know I am dreaming
Or worse, I am in deliriums
Indifferent to real and virtual,
In love, have I lost my mind?
What is a fact and what is fiction?
And where is that line?
I now know I do not travel alone
He might be a dream or delirium
He might be real of virtual
But my love is real and ever going.