The traveller's journey has been Tiring
Makes him wonder what is more important
Is it the Journey ?
Or himself ?
The traveller's zeal is fading
The journey looks un-ending
The sun and the rocky paths
The flowers rocking with his sigh
His Bravery ends with the moonlight
The darkness, defeating his eyesight
Should he turn now ?
Should he keep going ?
Is it the journey that matters more ?
Or is it the traveller himself ?