Oft, our journeys lose their way,
As paths become unknown, ideas clutter.
When fears rule the mind, & faiths shutter,
Look for the light, the hope in sight.
That light by the end of the road,
Oft tells me to believe, to strengthen.
And fly along, courageously, fearless,
Rekindling my belief, to smile when hopeless.
And then I realize, in those moments,
That power resides, within, & not without.
Traveller is the strength of the journey,
And the rest, mere players of the travelogue.