Traveler (edited) ...

how evasive has fate been with me
now that i have given up what i have in mind

i have become a traveler without a destination
i have no intention of stopping somehow in this confusion

all those years are just a matter of intuition permeating
as
i, the passive weaver, denied,
still keep on
waiting.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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