It Adds More Meaning to The Journey

Many have discovered,
They have lost their way.

They wish to return,
Back to those locations left behind.

But where do they begin?
Which direction,
Should they be pointed in?
And what will they find...
To ease their minds?

Some of those places have been renovated.
And others are just the way they were.
Fantasized to hold romanticized escapes.
Places neglected for someone else...
To nourish, flourish and bloom their dreams.

Only those with pride, identity and dignity...
Had no problem finding themselves.
Where they stood.
And having enough room to implant their visions.
In boundless welcoming space.
Awaiting for the placement of their creations..

Knowing 'who' they were.
'Wherever' they were...
To be!
Themselves.
Whether inside, outside, upsidedown...
Or flat on their back.
They knew 'who' to be.
And when these moments came...
To take advantage of them.

~Is this a quiz? ~

'Ssshhh...'

With no questions to ask or answer.
Or rules of scavenger hunts to follow.
To uncover clues that lead to definition.
With a hope to encounter 'something'
That makes unpretentious sense.

Some folks seem more determine...
To fall and stumble on their own path.
It adds more meaning to the journey,
For some reason.

~Why you whispering all the time?
That dude is 'always' babbling about something.
He needs to get out more.~

'And you need to keep steppin'.
And 'naw' this ain't no quiz.
If you got somewhere to go...
Go! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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