You will reach your destination even though you travel slowly.
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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A Night Traveler
I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people
I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees
I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms
Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed
My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Night Traveler
I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people
I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees
I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms
Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed
My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination
poem by Deepa Thomas
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Searching
How many people pass by them all day long,
As the wind touch their skin to feel cold and warm,
To unknown destination they travel thinking,
They travel to the known destination of working and sleeping,
Planning for hours, to reach the goals on time,
Displaced using the available sources to release tension,
They have changed a lot from the dirty hunters, in appearance,
Habits of them never changed as their ancestors, who strive,
To seek the better of better always, will this search ever stop?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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If you travel with lies you will reach your destination but you might be unable to retrace your steps.
Final destination
Final destination
I guess we all have a few
Whether it coming to pivotal point
In life or finally deciding what to do
Some call heaven or hell
Our final destination
I guess, that a partial truth
I believe when one gets to heaven there
Joy yet work to do
Therefore no one knows the extent of travel
One would have to do
Now, there's hell, and there
You can't be through
For all of eternity,
the deep hold of darkness
Rules and mutilates you
There's no rest
Neither departure
So how can you be through?
For your mind will travel yet
Reminding you of all you use to do.
Final destination
Now there's a new scope
One thing for sure
The outcome of it all
Is strictly up to you!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Harbinger Of Fate
In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
Many of the roads we travel down
a harbinger of fate waits for us there
to change our destiny
from the one we have chosen.
They stand a hitchhiker
along the lonely miles
waiting for us to stop
to give them a lift.
Stopping will be our fate decided
before our destination met.
poem by David Harris
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Shortcut Route
Shortcut route
Is the longest one
To reach destination.
If you obsessed
The destination
You are not wise
You never reach.
Shadow has its
Own light
And I am there
To measure.
My dream callme
And I never listen
Now I call
My dream
And it giving
Attendance Yea sir.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Death Sea
I am travel
a deep sea.
Along along
dream a he.
I show only water
and the sky-sun.
Air blowing slowly slowly
water boat run.
I show sunrise
and the sunset.
After noon on the high
sun on the head.
I am travel only one
god and are pear.
AM i looking sea beauty
only my earth.
I am travel, along here.
poem by Ashim Pandit
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Return To Waterloo
Look at all the people around me,
Same old faces joining the queue.
For return to waterloo,
Return to waterloo.
Started off this morning as usual,
Checkin out the mail and all the bills to pay.
Maybe something specials gonna happen,
Maybe this is my lucky day.
The forecast says heavy weather,
So take your umbrella just in case.
Will I get away, will I see it through,
On the return to waterloo.
Return to waterloo.
Return to waterloo.
Somehow you feel that the worlds been passin you by.
Cant help thinkin somehow theyre living a lie.
Now Im asking questions, I never thought Id ask them before,
Like why or how or what am I doing it for?
Will I reach my destination,
Or will I get off along the way?
Will I reach my destination?
Will I reach my destination,
Have I stopped or am I only going slow?
Have we got a couple more stations,
Or is this as far as we all go?
The headlines cry out from the papers,
Inflation, murder, wars, who really wants to know?
If I return to waterloo,
Itll cost me more in 1992.
Will I get away,
Will I see it through?
And come back home to you,
On the return to waterloo.
song performed by by Kinks
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Return To Waterloo (Demo Recording / Remix)
Look at all the people around me,
Same old faces joining the queue.
For return to waterloo,
Return to waterloo.
Started off this morning as usual,
Checkin out the mail and all the bills to pay.
Maybe something specials gonna happen,
Maybe this is my lucky day.
The forecast says heavy weather,
So take your umbrella just in case.
Will I get away, will I see it through,
On the return to waterloo.
Return to waterloo.
Return to waterloo.
Somehow you feel that the worlds been passin you by.
Cant help thinkin somehow theyre living a lie.
Now Im asking questions, I never thought Id ask them before,
Like "why" or "how" or "what am I doing it for? "
Will I reach my destination,
Or will I get off along the way?
Will I reach my destination?
Will I reach my destination,
Have I stopped or am I only going slow?
Have we got a couple more stations,
Or is this as far as we all go?
The headlines cry out from the papers,
"inflation," "murder," "wars," who really wants to know?
If I return to waterloo,
Itll cost me more in 1992.
Will I get away,
Will I see it through?
And come back home to you,
On the return to waterloo.
song performed by by Kinks
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Traveler And The Road
I conversed with d road one day,
and it sang to me strange songs,,
''I am slave of none..
yet ruled by everyone..
I reside in no country..
i belong to no colour,,,
for I wear soil, rain and nature..
for I am an apparel of air..
And if you are a traveler..
I am your travel...
If you are a lover..
I am your company,,
If you are accompanied, I am your lover..
Many travel and reach destiny..
But blessed are those who travel and reach and find only me...
Sleep and death
The wall between my mind and soul
takes away my might as a whole.
I lay here
lifeless, motionless and still,
resembling death.
Yet, I breathe deep inside
sunk in the ocean of sleep.
Losing in the depth of dreams,
me immersed in me.
Fathoms of darkness and light I travel...
I travel to reach there,
to unravel the mystery
of the simple distance between sleep and death
which is getting lesser slowly.
poem by Srijeeta Manna
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Travel Is Not Really About Leaving Our Homes, But Leaving Our Habits
Take a trip with me, -'we' are the destination,
Do not allow this ardor's retreat, do not hesitate
To embrace this most beauteous, everlasting 'vacation';
Let the magnificent feeling inside you, to resonate
To all who see you, to all who know you, and all need know-
Show them that they too, need find their destination, and need go
Now, not at some other time, or in some other place:
'Travel is not really about leaving our homes, but leaving our habits...'**
Life is too short, so when love's beautiful melody inhabits
Our soul, we simply must travel to this place, without delay-
If you do nothing when given this choice, you shall wonder about the day
That you refused to live your dreams, because you allowed fear to steal them!
Your dreams are most certainly your own, but you should never conceal them,
For the sake of anything, especially fear, no matter what form it may take!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Altogether, It is a Different Journey
Altogether, it is a different journey
It is not indeed a usual journey
No flight can reach you
No train runs to that destination
Not a bus
Not a car
You cannot walk to that place
Google earth cannot locate it
GPS does not know this
You do not have an idea as to
How far you need to travel
How much time it will take
How soon or late you will reach
But one thing is sure
You can be back in no time
In your starting point
To be back at your place
And in the middle your regular chores
It is not tourism
Not a sight seeing affair
Not even a pilgrimage
It may not be entertaining too
Path can be enjoyable
It can be painful
But you will only know it
Very importantly you will travel all alone
No one, including your dearest one,
Can accompany you
You are left with yourself only
It is all a free lancing exercise
You will not get tired of this journey
Provided you are determined to be so
Your place of interest
Can be far beyond the sun
And it can be very close and within you
What all you can do is
To visualize
To understand
To comprehend
To consolidate
To get focused
You may get clarity
Of your thoughts
Of your vision
Of what you want to be
Of how to end this issues ridden life path
It is nothing but the journey within you
Which is unique to yourself
And which will be an altogether different journey
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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An Unplanned Journey
no travel agent
no travel schedule
no tickets taken
no luggage packed there in
no money taken even
no idea where am goin
no plans of destination even
no....going is not my decision even
like a child
pulled out of it's play
by its parent
i walk along
leaving behind..
...my body
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Destination Unknown
Im getting outta here cause theres too many complications
Yeah Im getting outta here dont get driven any information
And if they ask you for a number to call just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
If anybody wants me just say you dont know the address
Cause Ive had enough of the confusion and the madness
And should anybody ever try to stall, just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Travel Partner Needed
I do not ask for the whole world, just your hand in mine-
As we walk through life one day at a time.
My heart surely knows the want and love of your's,
As, over the years, it has become attuned to what it adores;
You need only ensure your actions and wants do comport-
To bring together your soul with its mate, so they may consort,
As inspiration to one another, in a world in need of same,
Where those too afraid to love-to live-are to blame!
Travel partner needed, only you need apply;
I solemnly swear to love you, until the day I die!
The destination is not as important as the inspiration it provides-
No matter where you may travel-the destination, your soul decides.
Inspire me, my beloved, as we share destinations, real and imagined-
And cede acceptance to a love that was predestined!
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Road I Travel
The road I travel is windy and unsafe
Filled with road blocks and things to slow me down
Constantly seeing a stop sign
One day the signal will turn green and I will push my foot on the gas
For now my safest way to travel is on the highway
Very little stops
Only a straight path to keep going
There is room to be both slow and causious and fast and furious
Depending on the day and what obstacle I face will dictate my speed and my destiny
As I travel the highway I see nothing but black top
It is just me and nothing but road to travel
Needing to realize that there are so many paths to choose
I am my own destination
But for now the road I travel on is windy and unsafe and filled with road blocks
poem by Anne Jones
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