The Wanderer

You feel the cool wind blowing
And it assists you to wander more
In search of love or lust you don't know.
But then, you're sure that its your journey;
And yours alone.
Cos the decisions you made,
Forever was for yourself.
You cross the fields and the forests
And many a people you meet
All are different in their own way
And you are left amazed by the variety
You cross the rivers and the deserts
Reach a pasture, peaceful and serene.
And there you meet your real self;
A mystic saint It appears to be.
And what It wanted was to free you from the dilemma,
Whether to search for the Beauty or the Truth.