Travel

Why do we travel?
Do we seek to be found?
To take a step forward to reach out?
Do we search to be understood?
To raise our hands and watch ourselves fall down?
Do we try to find the meaning,
but we don't hold the words to speak?
To take a whisper and put it in a bottle?
Do we walk into the rain to find peace?
To quench the thirst of our soul?
Do we travel onto the road of dreams
to take our fantasies through the clouds of reality?
Why do we run away from the very place
that we have learned to exist?

DOS
09/30/03