An uncertain journey

 

If you let your soul wander around,

 it finds its way back.

 It always does.

I imagine mine left behind at some bus stop, 

playing with the strays, 

looking into the eyes of people in search of innocence.

While my mind is on a bus, 

on a journey with no direction.

 And every time I decide to get off at the next stop, 

I take one step down, 

and two back up.

I have forgotten how to stop at places,

 and now I barely reach home.

My soul still waits at the stop, 

and every time someone approaches,

 it turns around and walks further.

A part of me loves to count each step and the other likes rushing to the end. 

An end, that’s beyond my reach.

I may not know where I’m headed,

 but my soul even through distance is aware of my trails. 

On an uncertain journey, I am far ahead.

Far ahead,

 yet behind.