A VISITOR

A poem which talks about how transient humans are.....

A VISITOR

I was just a roaming soul

Moving to and fro

Looking for a place to at least sojourn

A stone on which I could lay

Then I bumped into this world

It welcomed me warmly through a certain doorway

It gave me a place to stay

At a point I thought I was the only stranger on the land

Not knowing, so is every man

World of visitors

People arrive and depart

Sometimes without saying bye

I was wondering but I now know why.

It is no man's land so,

I am going to play my role as kojo

When my time is due, I will go

From here, I will continue my journey

But my next journey requires my soul

So, I will never compromise it for achieving this land's goal

Never covet for the mineral I hold

For none of us brought silver nor gold

After all, I can only possess the gold within this land's parameters

When the time is due, I will let go of regardless

Remember we were strangers who became visitors

A home you and I can't own

I am a visitor

Author's Note

We are visitors.

Reviews

[DaVoid]

Gives me a sense of wanting to be loved and wanting to belong somewhere.

Don't know what a Kojo is, hehe.

The feeling that all we have is relative is translated well imo.

Thank you.