As You Journey

This whole finishing school thing is greatly over-rated… You think you\’re breaking your bonds with servitude only to find an even more cruel master out there called reality…. I\’ve often wondered about going back for a Master\’s but vivid memories of long sleepless nights swotting over incomprehensible literature and the constant need to please my lecturers is still abit too fresh in my mind… It is proving to be quite a journey though… Plenty could go well or otherwise… I think the easiest thing to lose when you maliza school is focus… Fear not, this won\’t turn into some brazen motivational speech about how anything is possible and all that… It\’s just that it got me thinking that each of us is a traveler on a mysterious journey into the unknown… A mysterious traveler…. Hmmmmm…. I wonder…..

MYSTERIOUS TRAVELER

The silent fields have but a nuance of rhythm,

The steady beat of his dust laden feet,

His body is weary, his mind an abysm,

Weakened and drained by the unending heat,

He seeks but an answer, the seal to his fate,

He must not retire, it taunts him,

It has broken his spirit, weakened his gait,

He cannot retire, it haunts him.

Town after town, he seeks a new clue,

Each new experience enriching,

With every new clue, as he learns what to do,

He encounters beauty, bewitching,

Still he nay loses spirit, he nay lingers long,

To taste the many beauties he faces,

The silent fields, still singing their song,

To the steady beat of his paces

The mysterious traveler, could be me or you,

As we learn what this world requires,

Mysterious traveler, I hope your journey stays true,

As you seek out your deepest desires.