The Traveller

He Travelled looking down,

No concern for direction

Gifting little attention

He guessed through decisions

Paying faith into luck,

Adjusting to transitions

He made chance his positions

and with success came trust,

With each trial he tested

Further boundaries contested

Untill all of his faith turned to luck,

Thats when time paid it's ticket

to search or dismiss it,

to find love in the rubble of lust.

He looked up as he journied,

questioned his yearnings

But never found pathways to trust.