The traveller

 

We go on many journeys

But the best ones are travelled

In solitude among crowds

In silence within noise

In presence in so much past and future.

Alas!

We reach the destination

And realise we were always there.

But the journey wasn't in vain

In solitude we realise

how much we really have

In silence all the noise has meaning

In presence we realise all there is 

Is love