London Poem: Day 182

15 February

Where does life go,
In the thick bristling
Roll of dreams and plains,
And what really happens?
Becoming tangled in the offshoot
Of residual hopes,
Lives become chameleons with
The adaptation of desire.
Where you begin and where you end
Struggle to keep course,
Knowing all along a ship in port,
Moored, can only have possibility.
It’s worth a try, to let go,
And travel on, allowing wind and water
To take you there – because though
It is not in nature’s plan to
For us to have a planned end,
The surprise in travel makes
The uncertainty worthwhile.

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