But I go on forever

The transcendental passenger

But let me hold my own.

And like a passenger I wait.

In this journey I call my own

And yet they say it’s not entirely mine to claim.

passenger I am,

In a journey that begins I know not where.

And it is constantly a discovery,

Of whereabouts unknown of mine.

I lose and find myself again.

4 thoughts on “But I go on forever

  1. Love the connection between delta and journey, and love these traveling and wandering shots too. The world is for us to wander, but how much is it for us to take and call our own… Agree with you. When we travel and wander, we come to find a bit more about ourselves and also maybe feel a bit better about ourselves. Lovely poem, and perfect shots to go along with it 🙂


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