The Journey,,,,

A Journey.

It doesn't really matter

If you get there

Or not.

It's what you see

Along the way,

The feelings inspired

When the landscape

And your soul

Entwine.

It's someone else's smile

Breaking the illusion

Of your own life,

Showing you that

Everything you used to think

Was neither right

Nor wrong.

Different foods

Tantalize your taste buds,

Smells, coloured markets

Pitched on dusty ground

Where no one laid a path -

The lack of which

Means feet can walk

Anyway they want to.

Dreams spill from the roofs

Of shanty towns.

Ambitions -

Not trampled down, but blooming

Like a snow-white rose

In smog.

Somebody greets you

And plays you a tune

On a beaten-up guitar.

It's the best you've heard

All year.

Life only needs the simplest things

To sparkle like diamonds,

No matter where you are

Or what your name is.