Traveller
I wake up every nightGet my things ready to go
Grab my keys and am out of the door
Into my car and crank my ignition
And start my journey
I drive and drive till I get to my destination
I guess I can be called a traveller
For I know my end destination
But what about my other journey
My heart seems to be travelling
Trying to find a place to rest
It keeps searching and searching
But all it gets is disappointment
It meets many other travelling hearts
Socializes with them
But still its not content
And keeps moving on
I can feel the pressure it goes through
For how long will my heart keep travelling
For how long will it start a journey
But never end it
I know, my heart, its a tough journey
But I hope one of these days
You will find another heart
That will make you content enough
For you to rest
And blossom in an Acceptable Love!
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